Things of Life

     "You are not the product of a great love... You would have wished that, I know... Me and your father liked each other, and it was the right time to get married. It was ok for a while, but eventually relationship deteriorated and become pain..."      Young Forest knew it somewhat, as she had learned it through time, but now she had it in the most articulated form. And it was later in life, when her mother became more and more grave, pensive, and foreboding, and her words resonated differently, with an even more impact than before. As if she was making her last assertions before her untimely death.       "It is better for her to leave if she is suffering..."-- a fugitive thought came through Young Forest's mind feeling the other's dejection, although she was not, by any means, ready for a separation from her mother.      Young Forest's gut feelings did not err. Her mother was looking too much towards the past, and not t...

When an ordinary feeling is transformed into something stunning... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNz9z5gDTjU&list=RDGNz9z5gDTjU&start_radio=1  

Sunday Baroque 89.7 FM.  Driving far.  My views are unobstructed: no trees, no human dwellings, just earth and sky.  I tend to speed.  I almost feel the car can lift itself from the concrete road and go above everything, defying forces that would keep it down.  Like my thoughts which are drifting away from the familiar and well behaved, into uncharted, even forbidden...  To become wild and rogue...

Nopțile nu dorm... ele niciodată... Pe tine te pun la somn, alteori te trezesc... O noapte fantastică cu luna, si o fâșie de lumina năvălită-n pat pe mine...  In departare țipa disperati coioții... ce-or fi având...? Nu stiam ce tot pocnea in bucatarie: nautul ce-l pusesem de cu seara la înmuiat.  Copilul încă la jocuri... Culcă -te!  Un bip... vesti de departe... Mai dormi daca poti... 

I've been here... So you know...

 Time has a gravity of its own...

     The woman really wanted to see me. And it worked out, although I did not think it possible at first as my time was limited and the little I had was set for something else. But that something else was not happening, so I embraced flexibility and switched. Lately, I am loving the natural alignments of events, and I allow myself to drift along with minimal effort, rather than struggle to achieve harder things that may come out disproportionately insignificant... Maybe there are forces with better perspectives than me, so I let them in charge... sometimes...      She did not say big words, but I could feel her emotion and need to talk. Somehow, her feelings took the shape of light pink roses that she brought to me in that day.  So why was I so important for this woman in her mid 60s...?       I was a figure in, perhaps, the most important chapter of her life, and reminded her of the love of her life-- a man from a different world t...