10/26/12

Sunday round-up

Rocky shores of Margaret Island, warm colours, sun saturated air. Barefoot walking on the wet grass, getting extremely filthy feet. Cheese langos: huge, oily, satiable. 
Shyly sneaked into the Music Academy and peered at the Spanish students playing piano in the basement. They were kind enough to let us listen, happy that we are not professionals to judge them harshly. Once we got into the well insulated room, the sound roared powerfully and everyone was solemn and dignified. Because of Franz Liszt and his melancholic rhapsody.
Then the roof terrace and the loud electronic music. The guy who passed by shrugging his shoulders whistling weird sounds. The hundreds of stickers on the walls.
Hot wine up in the fortress on the peak of Buda hills, greenness hidden in the dark depths, twinkling lights across the valley, and Danube, oh, Danube.

since

since we last saw each other I drank an entire jar of coffee and my hair has grown 0.15 inches.

10/22/12

elegie

dorul ca un ţipăt
tihnit şi ascuţit. 
dens câteodată ca ceaţa unei dimineţi de octombrie.
lin.

10/19/12

luni, prima oră

Uşa masivă de la lift se deshide cu un clinchet şi mă văd la etajul 4 de pe Zrinyi. Holul miroase puternic a cafea, afară plouă şi lumina de dinăuntru e densă şi caldă. Şi uşa de la clasă e deschisă. N-am întârziat, adicătelea. 
Dar jubilez nu din cauza asta, ci pentru că am un subit sentiment că am ajuns acasă, e cald şi bine şi începe o nouă săptămână de cursuri şi colegialitate studenţească. Mă simt ogoită, da. 

10/13/12

Definiţia online-ului? "Singur. Nicăieri de singur." (de la Noica cetire, da)