And
I can feel the thirst-
It burns the blood.
but first-
the thing is
that the mere sight
of spring-
the inner sight-
makes it impossible to last-
the thirst...
10.20.2015
8.23.2015
cristina erdei: De ce nu?
cristina erdei: De ce nu?: „ Întâmpinarea altului , aceasta să fi fost drama modernităţii şi, în acelaşi timp, soluţia postmodernităţii? Cum se poate forma competenţa...
8.17.2015
De ce nu?
„Întâmpinarea altului, aceasta să fi fost drama modernităţii şi, în acelaşi timp, soluţia postmodernităţii? Cum se poate
forma competenţa de a înţelege complexitatea realităţii şi cum se poate educa
percepţia, conturând diferite limite şi nuanţe ale gândului, ale privirii ori
ale gestului? În pofita tuturor
încercărilor teoretice, de ce nu există modalităţi reale de pregătire a
vieţuirii în comun, experienţe autentice de mediere a întâlnirii semnificative între oameni, limbaje, discipline, culturi
ori religii diferite?”
( E. M. Szekely-Competenţa de (re)lectură. Experienţe în viziune integrată)
7.20.2015
Nameless
Horizon past horizon, a pain- a line,
The sun is melting down in lazy rivers,
And they are running to the ground with every grind,
While you forget to pay this sight its shivers.
Its just a sketch from elbow to your wrist-
But who is able to grasp the real meaning? Who?
Nobody there! You close your fist:
Much better hide it under a tattoo...
The sun is melting down in lazy rivers,
And they are running to the ground with every grind,
While you forget to pay this sight its shivers.
Its just a sketch from elbow to your wrist-
But who is able to grasp the real meaning? Who?
Nobody there! You close your fist:
Much better hide it under a tattoo...
6.21.2015
coffee addiction
The hardest thing of all: self-fight,
Not when the lure is far,
but when too close-too late
and cruel damage brought to light.
And then, you look at how it feasts
on thought, on will ,on sleep-
And what were you -now something meek-
is just a shaddow, chain on wrists.
Not when the lure is far,
but when too close-too late
and cruel damage brought to light.
And then, you look at how it feasts
on thought, on will ,on sleep-
And what were you -now something meek-
is just a shaddow, chain on wrists.
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