The best lover

Life is different at the sea. Time doesn't move hour to hour but mood to moment. The sea has its way of making you live by the currents and plan by the waves. The only time measurer is the sun and you follow it just to see its majestic rise and fall back into the deep blue. 

I sometimes miss the wide stillness of the sand and crave for such calm breaths of memories wiped away by the tides. The blanket of stars may be cold, but it's the most beautiful one I've ever seen. A night on the beach, the simplony of waves, a playful wind running through your hair - that's my healer. 

They say that the sea has no memory. I tend to disagree: she remembers me, you, everyone else who has come to greet her. Have you ever made love to the sea? She has her ways of making you lose yourself, sweap you off your feet and keep you wide awake just by being there. 

She's not perfect, but she's the best I've ever had.

Confesorului meu, Tavanul

Tie daca-ti zic de ce n-am timp sa ma plictisesc, ma crezi. Esti ideal fiindca-n albul tau imens ma conving mereu ca nu judeci ce asculti.
Din tumultul de ganduri insirate fara noima, ai puterea sa intelegi. Imi astern clipele in puzzle - e ordine la tine-n alb si liniste in jur.
Te-as face mare, dar marea e departe. Uneori ma apesi mai tare ca valurile ei cand e furtuna. Alteori nu te suport si fug de tine ca la final tot la tine sa ma intorc chiar daca-mi schimb adresa. Siguranta ta n-o pot gasi afara.

Se spune ca fiecare are locul lui sub soare. Ei bine, draga confesor, azi a plouat. Prin tine nu vad soarele asa ca maine am sa te parasesc.
Ne vedem la noapte. Daca parsiva imi tot alunga somnul ca sa apuc sa te privesc, vom da petrecere de ganduri. O noapte alba ca varul tau nu-mi garanteaza ca voi scapa de zile negre, dar imi aminteste ocazional ca poti fi o companie placuta.

Mesaj pentru un OM

Astazi, ziua iubirii, o voi dedica unui om care a iubit viata mai mult decat noi toti la un loc, insa viata i-a fost dat sa-i fie scurta.


Mi-e greu sa cred ca nu mai esti, iar optimismul incurabil pe care l-am deprins de la tine ma obliga sa cred ca totusi n-ai plecat de tot, ci doar din ceea ce ti-a fost o povara in ultimii ani. Te-ai dus zambind. La fel te voi pastra in amintiri. Mi-e greu sa imi gasesc cuvintele; poate ca tocmai cuvintele sunt cele mai nepotrivite pentru asta, dar vreau sa-ti multumesc.
Pentru ca esti. Oriunde ai fi...!
Mi-ai promis ca bem un ceai candva. Te tin minte... si-ti voi zambi la revedere.

"Iubitorilor" de animale

"Mergem? Hai sa mergem!"
Rostesc apoi cuvantul ala care-i place atat de mult, ma ia in brate, il leg de mine,e frumos si nerabdator, zambesc  si mergem. Pentru el e important sa fim asa. Pentru mine e important sa se bucure.
Ii acord libertate; avem nevoie de ea pentru ca, desi "zburda" nepasator in fericirea lui, mereu se intoarce cand il chem; ador loialitatea lui. E singurul caruia ii acord atata libertate incat nu stie ce sa faca cu ea.. si se intoarce mieros la picioarele mele. De fiecare data.
L-am invatat sa nu discrimineze - pentru noi nu exista rasa. Azi i-am prins o farama de zambet strengaresc dupa ureche si l-am lasat, ca de obicei, sa creada ca e numai a lui.
Un ghemotoc cu par de foc si migdale-n loc de ochi ne privea cu drag.
"Hai cu noi!" si nu s-a lasat asteptat.
Au urmat altii: unii se dadeau mari cu hainele lor, altii pareau manierati. Am intrat intr-o discutie despre "tineretul din ziua de azi" cu un gerovital garbovit pe toate partile. Anii si grijile l-au facut sa-i pese:
"Dar stiti, e o chestiune de rasa, domnisoara, iar eu chiar fac diferenta si-mi pasa de asta!" Apoi JEAP! Una peste ochi ghemotocului roscovan.
"Mergem? Hai sa mergem!"
"Plecati? Dar ati ramas asa putin..."

"Tocmai mi s-a facut sila de 'iubitorii' de animale"... si l-am luat pe ghemotocul fara rasa cu noi.

...pentru ca mi s-a spus ca tresar in somn sau chitai

Vis cu ochii larg inchisi:

Imi aluneci pe retina tu, farama din mine si tot ce n-am fost. Ma gadila pasii tai prin minte si stiu ca acolo ramai. Tu, suflet strain ce-mi apartii fara sa-ti cer.
Azi am fost cuminte: am visat frumos.
Te stiu de undeva si parca... unde esti? Cuprinde-ma, tu, si mangaie-mi privirea cu ochii mintii tale. ma vezi? Sunt goala...inauntru si nu e loc decat de tine. Inspira-ma - Sunt... porii tai: inchis-deschis, inchis-deschis, inchis-deschis...! Nesfarsita simfone in batai de inima imi canta la ureche. Si tu visezi frumos, nu e asa?
Ne revedem sub pleoape si-n diminetile de-apoi:
tot eu, tot tu - si drag ne e de noi!

Reverie

Message for the Hearts of Sand


Writing this post has crossed my mind when I've discovered that some people have turned money making into a hobby. Having money is really not a bad thing at all, but the way people spend it, now that's a problem!

Every now and then I hear people talking about recession, poverty and third world expansion. In fact, billions are spent by third world belongers just to sustain life - they buy food, cheap clothes and medicine. Money has come to rule their very existence; if they don't have money, they die. Talking about clothes: how many African villages would a Versace dress feed? How much medicine could a Loius Vuitton bag buy for children with leukemia? Or would Paul Smith be willing to buy books for children in Asian villages?

If there is no P.R. affiliated to their "welfare", then no! There will be no welfare. Children starve, remain uneducated, fight diseases and eventually die.  I sometimes think that being a billionaire is not the most important thing. You become a corporation and lose your humanity. Your brain is money, your heart is P.R. and your faith is profit.

I'm not a communist; I'm not saying that everyone should have equal money. I promote self affirmation and individuality.

BUT

I strongly believe that, instead of going to a village with a sack of flour or rice and take some journalists to write about your "good deed", as a politician you could give those people the means to produce their own supplies
I wish I could see and artist preoccupied with funding schools instead of going to Africa and sharing their CDs to children while enjoying a Safari ride
I still hope there are churches who really support sinisters whether they are believers or not instead of giving second hand clothes to poor people to convert
I encourage scientific progress, yet I can't understand why we are continuously making bombs to protect the planet

... And yes, I know I'm a dreamer and those things will never really exist...
Wait a minute: don't dreams come true if you believe in them? Don't they become real if you pursue them?
My dream is too big; it involves you as well, so help me! Make it OUR reality.

Open Letter

In Attn.:
Chronos, C.E.O. of Universal Time
and
Destiny, Project Manager of Universal Ordinate Chaos




Dear fellow governors of my life,


I am very happy with your collaboration, which lead me here and now. Had you not worked out a favorable situation, I would have never had the chance to see daylight. I am totally overwhelmed by the abundance of resources and opportunities you have provided for me.

However, there are a few requirements I dare of you:

There have been quite a few days since you and Madam Destiny have prevented me from taking any short breaks to see the sun; I would like to thank you for keeping me safe from radiations. Then again, my social life has registered a huge decrease of intensity from very active to merely inexistent.
I lay my trust in you ..well.. at least most of the times, so I strongly believe this is for my own good.
I also hope that you appreciate my patience and acceptance of Universal kicks in the bottom.

So, dear Chronos, could you please take Einstein's theory for granted and make time a little more relative... towards expanded? There are so many things your complice Destiny has provided for me and I would like to take my time for all of them, including sleeping more than 2 hours per night, enjoying my meals instead of eating them in a hurry, raising my social activity level and being highly efficient at work.
And, dear Destiny, could you please keep in mind that time is my healer and also my killer?
I am sure we can work this out!

Sincerely and inevitably yours,
The Little Stressed Somalian