My Little Incredible Life

Stories o Relative Insignificance

I boarded the coach. I was 18 I guess. I didn’t need any permission to leave the country. My dad had bought me a new set of clothes which was really unusual. He always thought that I would always spend money on cigarettes and coffee at school, which wasn’t true but my aunt and uncle told him…

Immigrant

Immigrant: water between two shores

Ebbs and flows languidly

Languages intertwined

Into this play of

Warp and weft

Two types of wisdom

My Short Glossary on Love

To love: to melt the ice of someone’s pain into the velvet of one’s warm blood. To embrace someone entirely as oneself. Especially the uncomfortable bits ;)

Who’s Driving The Car?

Who’s driving the Car?

My grandfather is driving the car. He’s driving a blue Vauxwagon Beetle. It was never a trendy car. It was a family car.

The most reassuring and soothing sound in the world was the tick tock of its indicator as…

Umărul stâng

Umărul stâng
e declinarea la plural
a cuvântului noi
într-o seară de joi.

Umărul meu stâng se conjugă
cu umărul tău drept
când ne izbim în fugă 
pe treptele albe. 
Deseori,
în urma noastră,
rămân…

I am not a Romantic.

I like that peace between two people that don’t need to speak to fill a silence that’s uncomfortable.

I love the smell in the kitchen when we both cook or wash the dishes.