I've always been surrounded by books. I remember my mother's personal library which I had to dust every now and then. I would pick up the books, read a bit from them, find the dedications, letters and notes hidden inside -- signs from the lives of the people who had touched them.
I discovered Amanda Palmer at a college party. A colleague was hosting a Saturday night get together in his grim dormitory. He played one of her songs which sounded vaguely familiar: "Coin Operated Boy" was catchy, funny, weird. That was 9 years ago. Continue Reading
I lived some of my life in the movies. I've fallen in love and cried thanks to actors who played their part well, to well chosen lines, to a director who plays God and creates his own world. Continue Reading
My friend, Seth, told me about his view on love a year ago, in a period when I was searching for explanations about why relationships happen the way they do. What he says is worth reading so I am republishing this article, which was first published on my old blog (now closed). Continue Reading
The best way to listen to a symphony, whether at the athenaeum or in the bath tub, is to close your eyes and imagine: a captain encouraging his soldiers before the upcoming battle, the sunrise waking up nature, the fight for survival during a tremendous storm at sea.
Makunouchi Bento are not an orchestra, but their songs are just as visual as a symphony. They are two musicians from Timisoara, Romania, who play with field recordings, musical instruments, electronic twists and anything they can think of to create magical music. Continue Reading
When Christmas came it was 15 degrees Celsius. When Christmas ended the temperature was 30 degrees lower.
When Christmas came nature was grey. After Christmas it is still snowing, snowing, snowing on roads, houses, cars and trees. I went out to see how snow looks and came back into my cozy room. Continue Reading
Mum retrieved two pieces of old needlework, sewn by a young girl in world war 2. Today, she took them out and showed them to me. The text below is her description about the needlework and the old times in the village.
She enters the house like a princess on an official visit. She is 3 years old, 3 feet tall and wears a pink tutu and glittery boots.
"I am Sofia. Who are you?"
"I am Manuela."
"Hi, Manuela!" Continue Reading