Toamna tarzie face regula colorand aleile in ruginiu iar cativa fulgi veniti prea devreme spun ca nici iarna nu este  departe. Surprins de vreme si imbracat subtire, frumosul Sibiu mi se pare mai zgribulit ca niciodata. Muzica de vioara a unei batrane care canta aproape de “Turn” face totul mai trist. Infofolita in haine groase si ponosite cu o fata rotunda si un nas borcanat, rosie de frig si cu o caciula rotunda asemeni unui vechi joben, femeia pare venita din trecut. N-am inteles daca manuieste vioara pentru cei cativa banuti care se strang intr-o cutiuta sau din pasiune. Canta atat de profound incat pare detasata de cei din jur.

I-am lasat in cutiuta banii destinati covrigului cu mac si am intrat in netcafe.
Asezat in fata unui calculator, degetele imi bat ritmic pe tastele uzate ale tastaturii dar gandul imi zboara la soarele fierbinte de asta vara….   eheheheeeee.   ….. noroc ca ma trezeste aroma ceaiului fierbinte pe care tocmai l-am comandat. Te salut din Sibiu!

Parfum

Zilele mele de delegatie la Sibiu au devenit tot mai lungi. Astazi am trecut in graba prin centrul Sibiului si m-am oprit la “Crama studenteasca”. Cum am intrat m-a intampinat acel aer cu adevarat “studentesc” pe care il stii.  La o masa, cateva codane isi destainuiau intamplarile la o cana de vin fiert. Caietele studentesti, dealtfel, purtate in mana stanga cat mai la vedere, pentru a se face o distinctie clara fata de ceilalti civili, erau aruncate pe un scaun. Una din codane purtand o pereche de bluejeans cu talia scurta, etala prin spatarul scaunului o buna parte din posterior, ceea ce mi-a intarit convingerea ca orice piesa vestimentara purtata cum trebuie devine moda.
Imbujorate din…nu stiu ce cauza, fetele discutau aprins. La o alta masa un tip “laios”  isi flutura pletele peste o alta cana cu vin fiert. Am cerut si eu asemeni o cana. Si pe ritmul melodiei “Iris si Felicia Fillip” sorb vinul fierbinte.
Sibiul pastreaza inca un parfum de romantism.

Sunt tot in Sibiu. Zilele desi mai scurte imi par interminabile. Astazi este o vreme ca nu-ti arde de nimic Mi-am pornit pasii spre centru. Trec in graba pe sub coroanele unor copaci care necontenesc sa cearna frunze ruginii pe struna unei adieri de vant. Nu este prea tarziu dar s-a intunecat iar lumina galbuie a felinarelor a transformat Sibiul intr-un oras in negura. Sunetul ceasului catedralei care bate ora fixa face totul mai apasator.  Deasupra mea cateva rate salbatice au luat ruta aeronavelor companiei Blueair.
In drum opresc la un chiosc de ziare de unde imi procur un album dintr-o colectie de pictori ramas necumparat la timp. Apoi pasii mi se opresc in fata restaurantului “Mara”. Intru si cer un cognac mic. Rumena in obraz ospatarita ma serveste repejor. Incinta este inundata de muzica house. Se canta “Sexy love”. Zambesc si ma gandesc ca este o vreme numai buna de………….   spart nuci.

Beautiful place with nice, honest, hard-working people,this is the way it should be recognised. But foreigners don’t say this about my country,they know only the bad things,the uglyness promoted by others.The political environment and the constant changes made us the undesirable europeans.We are in Europe,but we don’t fit in.

How can we? Our leaders are only looking for their best interest,taking everything we got and sell it cheap,leaving us with nothing,forcing us to take the garbage from other countries and pretend is good.They just disolved the government and created a political crisis,like the economical one was not enough. Who will look at us now, who will help us since we choosed to distry ourselves?

I wish that nobody will go to vote in december, I wish they could hear our scream of disappointment,our regrets that once we have voted for them, that we have trusted them with our lives. Maybe then they will understand what they have done.

Maybe there will be a day when my friend will proudly say she comes from Romania,a day when visitors will go back and tell the others what a beautiful country we have, a day when all the ones that have left will come back,a day when Romania will be truly european.

That day will never come…not in my lifetime…

It started around me, inside me,near me…I like it….

It’s cold, people are busier than ever,in a hurry to get somewhere,the leaves are falling from the trees,the wind is blowing,the sky is dark. Nothing like summer.But again I like it more.The colours are beautiful, dark red, yellow and brown.The trees are dancing with the wind playing a silent song, you have to stop and hear it. Women are wearing more clothes alowing you to guess their curves,an incitant game. And if the clouds will bring some rain, it will only get better…

I know most of you are dreaming at the summer,but the fall makes me think at a warm house, a glass of wine, the knocking of the tree’s branches in your window and somebody next to you to share all this wonders.Be happy and enjoy it, each season is beautiful if you know how to take out the best of it…

We all know it very well, you can find it in any shop,everybody has one in the fridge and it can be ordered in any restaurant.But what’s so special about it? A mixture of cocoa,milk and sugar…nothing special someone might say…Let’s take a closer look…

It’s afternoon and you just left work, your boss was not satisfied again, you dont move fast enough, you don’t pay enough attention and so on…You’re in a hurry to get home,but you just remembered the argument had with the unsensitive boyfriend and the way he left slamming the door this morning.Hmmm,what now? God,there was a hole on the road,lost in thoughts didnt see it and…well they used to be your favourite shoes,high heel ones…

Take a deep breathe and enter the store in front of you,is like something is calling …come, I will take away the pain. And there it is the chocolate, ordinary one in a shiny golden paper.You pay it and put it inside the purse almost running to the bus.Damn, as expected you lost it, another will come in half hour.Untill ten…how about a bite? A small one, nobody will see. With a shivering hand you open the purse and unwrap the chocolate,break a piece and place it in your mouth…Now it begins…the flavour is inside your brain,the taste is almost hurting your tongue,you can feel it entering in each cell,mixing with your blood.

Nothing else matters now, you’re glowing, people look at you and they think you just won the lottery or met the perfect guy.Nooohhh ,you want to say , is just the chocolate,my best friend,my support in hard times, my true joy.

The only thing which will never fail you, let you down,cheat on you or hurt you.The perfect subtitute for men or better the perfection which from time to time is substitute by men.

For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, till death do us part…yes, this is the way it should sound….

What is the answer? Some choose to hate and some just go on with their lives trying to forget everything and close another chapter.I was thinking to hate, the best choice considering my personality,stormy one.So I began to think at the reasons which made me take this decision.Hmmm…there are so many…but it seems there’s no reason good enough to hate your eyes,the same ones i have found myself into.No no no…those eyes are looking at someone else now…but your touch…mmm, the sweet embrance,strong arms around me,protecting me,I’ve always liked that…euhhhhhhhh,the same ones that were around her in the parking!!! Damn,it’s hard to think more, I will remember how we used to talk or have fun, how we were holding eachother till falling asleep,how we used to….ohhh

After all this thinking I realised…I still love you and for now nothing will change that no matter how strong I will fight.The only way to forget you is to replace you…but how can I replace my soul? I won’t be the same…you are a part of me…the one that makes me shine,the one that makes me happy…the one…

I am sorry…I choose to love…

I love your skin, soft, sweet,dark like chocolate, I’ve always
been addictted to it,the pure pleasure…a sin…
I can sin forever…
 
I love when  you make love to me,you make me feel loved, beautiful,
desired,the only women that matters to you…
I can do everything with you…