I’m back
Really… I’m physically back from the Netherlands and I really wish I wasn’t.
It seems that a large piece of my mind is still back there.
It took me just one week to fall in love with civilization.
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thousands of reasons why, but today I’ll just write about one, drinking beer.
Popular belief in our Eastern European country would have us believe that, since they smoke weed, it’s obvious that they should get drunk as well.
I was not surprised, though to find a real beer drinking tradition. And, trust me, it’s worth paying 10 times more for beer there. You will find a very large variety… From stout, to pilsener, from wittbier to rosè and from mass international brands to special edition trappist beer, each of them will be accompanied by it’s own branded 30cl glass and serving ritual.
They’ve really made drinking beer an art and I felt more and more of an artist in the time spent there… if yoy get my point
It’s trully special to enjoy a delicios full-bodied trappist beer on a terace by the cannal in Leyden, a sweet rosè outside a pub from the hills of Rotterdam, or a great Grolsch lager on a boat in Amsterdam, while smok… Well, you get it.

So this was my first post about Holland and I would like to leave you with one tip: don’t believe brands when

they say they taste the same in Ro as in NL. Unless they’re imported, they can’t compare.

Proudly over…
M.

Inima il intreaba, oare ce a fost,/ Atat de puternic si totusi neinteles?/ Ce cale a ales si cu ce rost,/ De s-a terminat de indata de a purces?

Ce fiinta merita atata umilire/ Atata truda si efort neomenesc/Atatea lacrimi calde varsate in nestire/ Doar pentru doua simple vorbe: “Te Iubesc!”

Si-acelea doua macar de ar veni,/ Din gura strajuita de buze rozalii,/ Cand glasul spune, dar ochii nu privesc/ Degeaba aude o mie vorbe “Te Iubesc!”

Nesiguranta-n glas si ganduri prea ascunse,/ Cuvintele sunt goale si buzele neunse,/ Urechile-s naive si cred tot ce aud/ Doar lacrimile simt… sub pleoape se ascund.

Mai nou inchide ochii, se face ca nu vede /Se-mbata in iluzii si nu ii vine a crede/ Mesaje cristaline ce-anunta despartirea/ Si maine isi va pierde…neputincios… iubirea.

Relatia lor…desene pe-un postav/ Pictate la-nceput in armonie/ A capatat in timp un aer prea bolnav/ Ca vreunul dintre ei sa poata sa-l respire.

Stiu… masuri nerespectate. Stiu… rime amestecate. Stiu… e un haos total. Dar avea totusi o scuza, onorata instanta,… era indragostit.

How Deep Is Your Love – The Bee Gees

I know your eyes in the morning sun. I feel you touch me in the pouring rain. And the moment that you wander far from me, I wanna feel you in my arms again.

And you come to me on a summer breeze, keep me warm in your love and then softly leave, and it’s me you need to show:

How deep is your love? I really need to know. Cause we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down, when they all should let us be. We belong to you and me.

I believe in you. You know the door to my very soul. You’re the light in my deepest darkest hour. You’re my saviour when I fall. And you may not think that I care for you, when you know down inside that I really do. And it’s me you need to show:

How deep is your love? I really need to know. Cause we’re living in a world of fools, breaking us down, when they all should let us be. We belong to you and me.

Enjoy…

So… because Lionel opened my ears, here is the first song… Say You, Say Me by Lionel Ritchie

Say you, say me, say it for always, that’s the way it should be. Say you, say me, say it together, naturally.

I had a dream, I had an awesome dream, people in the park playing games in the dark. And what they played, was a masquerade. From beind the walls of doubt a voice was crying out

Say you, say me, say it for always, that’s the way it should be. Say you, say me, say it together, naturally.

As we go down life’s lonesome highway, seems the hardest thing to do is to find a friend a friend or two. That helping hand, someone who understands. When you feel you’ve lost your way, there’s someone there to say I’ll show you.

Say you, say me, say it for always, that’s the way it should be. Say you, say me, say it together, naturally.

So you think you know the answers – oh no, ’cause the whole world has got you dancing. That’s right, I’m telling you. It’s time to start believing, oh yes. Believing who you are – you are a shining star.

Say you, say me, say it for always, that’s the way it should be. Say you, say me, say it together, naturally.

S-au aprins luminile de Craciun pe Magheru si celelalte artere principale care taie de la nord spre sud orasul. Ca de obicei… pe acolo pe unde trece “lumea”, pe sistemul “doua la primarie, trei la prefectura, (…), trei la primarie”.

Nici n-am intrat bine in luna Nasterii Domnului si au inceput sa roiasca mosii in jurul meu. Avem Mosi Craciuni de ciocolata, care vand sucuri, mezeluri, bere, electronice, medicamente, flori, asigurari, masini, telefoane, haine, incaltaminte, saci de ciment, gresie, mobila,… prea multi… Lumea ia in deradere obiceiul bunatatii de Craciun.

Stiu ca repet in van… dar repet… Craciunul nu este despre un mos supraponderal cu un ras simpatic care se teleporteaza pe cosuri si plaseaza strategic cadouri sub pom. Craciunul este despre bucuria unui miracol. Nu voi intra in dezbateri cu nimeni pe tema valabilitatii evenimentului. Ori crezi, ori nu crezi. Dar… toata povestea aceasta a cadourilor vine de la bucuria adusa de miracol care merita impartasita prin cadouri simbolice cu restul lumii. NU ESTE VORBA DE CADOURI!!! NU e vorba de reni cu nasul rosu… nu e vorba de spiridusi cu urechi alungite care rezolva pana de ren de la caruta mosului. NO, PRANCER, IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU!!!!

E vorba de fericire… de caldura interioara si… pana la urma… e vorba de bine si bunatate. Aceasta nuanta abstracta care lumineaza incaperile intunecoase si de caldura pe care un amarat de colind poate sa dea unui suflet tremurand. E vorba de acele zambete usor pierdute care se intiparesc pe fetele gazdelor care deschid usa unui colindator si asculta… macar atat… asculta. Uneori de atat e nevoie pentru a face fericit si pe colindator… satisfactia ca vocea lui incalzeste suflete. Multumesc Domnului ca am vazut asta cu ochii mei si am lacrimat de fericire la acel moment.

Si luminitele chinezesti… cu aceleasi zgomote pitigaiate si stridente care dirijeaza palpaitul beculetelor in pom.

Ai vazut vreodata cum paleste un beculet? Daca da, ce ai simtit?

Mie mi-a fost dat sa vad (si… da… pentru carcotasi… beculetele erau in paralel, nu in serie).

M-a durut… mi-au revenit brusc in minte clipele frumoase pierdute… oamenii frumosi din viata mea care… ca si beculetele… s-au stins si nu se vor mai aprinde. Atunci mi-am dat seama ca viata e ca un set de beculete cu cateva rezerve… se mai sting unele… incerci sa le inlocuiesti cu rezerve… pana la un punct… cand iti dai seama ca nu mai ai rezerve si vezi ca incet incet, cu timpul, se degradeaza… se pierd…

Poate de asta, in acest an, mi-am propus si sper sa ma pot bucura de fiecare luminta aprinsa si… la momentul potrivit, sa cinstesc memoria acelora care s-au stins. Cele care inca stralucesc pot fi si mai luminoase… atata timp cat le cinstesti cu bunatate si caldura. 

Ascult Keane 0 Early Winter. Am geamul deschi si simt printre curenti razleti, mirosuri nostalgice.

Da, iar imi aduc aminte de copilarie. Mai precis de noptile tarzii de toamna, cand orasul parca incepea sa inghete. Prin aer plutea un miros de aer ars, sau de zapada arsa. Cpmbinatia de fum si ceata creaza mixul perfect pentru o iarna timpurie. O iarna timpurie in care ma incapatam sa stau tarziu pe afara. La fotbal, la v0ati ascunselea, la de toate, doar de dragul de a sta afara. Mopti in care ma ascundeam dupa masini si ma aruncam de-o dreptul in mijlocul unui pat de frunze uscate pe care le adunam cu foarte multa indarjire. Si auzeam prin linistea noptii, vocea bunicii mele cu straiga de la geamul apartamentului de la etajul 4, MIHAITAAAAAA. Doamne, ce dor imi este de acel starigat, si de momentele in care raspundeam incapatanat MAI STAAAAU.  DIscutia in contradictoriu ce urma era irelevanta. Pur si simplu nu vroiam sa ma ridic din patul meu de frunze uscate. Era prea frumos, prea moale si mirosul… mirosul era incredibil. Combinat cu acea ceata racoroaas.

Sincer, nu stiu ce se intelege din acest text. Nu vad ce scriu pentru ca sunt prea incapatanat, ca in momentele acelea, sa imi aduc aminte, pentru ca simt ca imi scapa aceste amintiri si nu vreau sa le las. Sunt ale mele!!!! Cand deschid ochii dispar toate. Toate in afara de miros, miMirosul bucurestiului noaptea ramane neschimbat.

Nu am pus poze, pentru ca, nu exista poze.. nu am putut imortaliza nimic pe pelicula, doar pe cateva celule din creierul eu pe care nu vreau sa le las sa moara, nu vreau …

Si acum… a mai ramas doar un click…

În penumbră îi vezi ca doua sfere din onix vii, reflectând fiecare fascicul de fotoni amețit sau, din contra, îndârjit. Când însă razele se succed cu repeziciune pe suprafața lor, ei devin precum coaja unui arbore de abanos în spatele căruia s-a pitulat soarele într-un joc de v-ați ascunselea.

Precum un cameleon avid după camuflaj, aceste mărgăritare reflectă jucăuș diverse nuanțe de maron. Vin în valuri, asemeni unduirilor cojocului de iarnă al nucului bătrân ce-mi mângâie ocazional fereastra …

Ins Pirat

Just check on your closest friend… let her smile… let her take of her jacket and put it on the back of the chair.

Wait a couple of seconds and let her surf through the menu… she’ll either have a mojito, a lattee or, most likely

, a “fresh”.

Once that’s over with… she’ll start with the basics… how you’ve been… how is work going… how is your girlfriend (oh, you don’t have one… that’s a pity)… then she’ll get to it… BY THE WAY…

And then you spend the next two hours listening to her put on the table all she knows about common acquaintances. From here on it’s a lot of adjectives combined with “is”, “got”, “has become”…

Men… here’s a little easier… we use verbs… it’s easier and beer

The result, however, is the same… spreading “knowledge” about others… juicy stuff that others might not be that willing to share… But then again, it’s ok to do it. Right!? You’re just “networking”

By the way… “you’ve lost so much weight”… (nope… I just added a few pounds)… but hypocrisy is another episode

Until then… sincere congrats to those who can refrain from “chatting” about others… this time, refraining is a virtue…

Cheersch