Vreau să vă vorbesc despre o carte foarte frumoasă și dureroasă pe care am citit-o zilele astea. Am lăsat-o să se așeze și să stea puțin cu mine înainte să vă scriu, deși am avut tendința să mă arunc pe blog de îndată ce am terminat-o. E vorba despre Grădina Sofiei de Suzănica Tănase. E …
I dreamt I was Raskolnikovthe streets were drowning me in darknesswhen I opened my eyes it was still therePortnoy’s Complaint on my nightstandan unwashed pair of undiesthe alarm clock roaring in the backgroundand the aftertasteof morality Ramona BoldizsarPoetă, podcaster, mamă, blogger, promoter cultural, expertă la visat cu ochii deschiși și inventat povești. Mă poți susține …
last night I dreamt that dream againthe one you tell meI’m sorry, I’ve always been this wayI don’t pat you on the shoulderand I don’t say, ’s okay, we’re friends either waysometimes I slap you and some other timesI crybut I never tell you is alrightI say, why are you telling me this?and sometimes it’s …
I called her last night to talkshe said, don’t call, I don’t want to hear your voice againso I didn’t say a wordjust kept the phone on my ear and heard her cryshe sobbed for minutes to no end until my ear started to burn on the cellso I put on my headphonesSimone, I saidlet’s …
one thousand years of solitude won’t bring you back that smile you never encountered but of which you’ve dreamt a thousand times. Soseki talks of a girl with black hair for him the translation is simple Konya wa tsuki ga kirei desu ne is the truth the poet and lover can never go by …