Friday, November 30, 2012

The Forgotten Mosilor Street / Bucharest






















Mosilor Street, the modern thoroughfare of a Bucharest that struggles so hard to appear occidentalized and yet doesn’t quite manage to: something Balkan, Levantine lingers in the atmosphere of the streets, in spite of the concrete ten-floor blocks, of the road with three lanes each way and the tram embankment in the middle, for long and silent carriages. Buses and trolleybuses with glaring commercials applied on their bodies pass by in a hurry through the stream of cabs along the streets with restaurants, bars and strip-tease cabarets, belly dances and manele.


about Bucharest :
 http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2012/06/street-art-delivery-street-spirit.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2012/01/protest.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2011/01/bucharest-city-and-souls.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2010/05/advertising-lipscani-bucharest.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2010/12/christmas-2008-world-record-bucharest.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2010/01/end-of-time.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2011/02/agony-and-extasy.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2011/12/handmade-romanian-traditions.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2011/02/village-museum-muzeul-satului-wood.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2010/11/village-museum-muzeul-satului-wood.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2011/04/flowers-day-in-village-museum-floriile.html
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2012/10/village-museum-and-saint-dumitru.htm
http://graphis-artwork.blogspot.ro/2012/03/martisor-1st-of-march-romanian.html 

Full Moon

 

 

"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody"

Mark Twain

 

 


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Black Sea , Rain and Uriah Heep














































It's raining outside but that's not unusual
But the way that I'm feeling is becoming usual
I guess you could say
The clouds are moving away
Away from your days
And into mine

Now it's raining inside and that's kind of a shame
And it's getting to me, a happy man
And why should you want to
Waste all my time
The world is yours
But I am mine

Rain, rain, rain, in my tears
Measuring carefully my years
Shame, shame, shame, in my mind
See what you've done to my life

Rain, rain, rain, in my tears
Measuring carefully my years
Shame, shame, shame, in my mind
See what you've done to my life

lyricsfreak / Uriah Heep Rain Lyrics 




Monday, November 12, 2012

Autumn Story


sheep in the shade
through the leaves
sun patterns her fur


watch the fruits
play a little blues
one more leaf falls


in my own thoughts
a sudden shower of leaves
realizing the season


autumn fire
overnight freeze
noon sunshine and perfect blue
autumn in the desert


blue-red silence
prayers....
a tornado of thoughts:
autumn

autumn leaf
alone with my thoughts
this evening


no summer, no birds, 
only colors.
leaves whisper my story


weekend afternoon
red leaves skip down the hills
behind you


brown, gold, shades of rust
Falling nuts on my table
At night, barren land…


November wild colors
a flock of seagull
lands in left-over lake



trees color burst
yellow, orange, red and green.
still I miss summer


the door is open
for
winter


trees whisper
and speak sign-language
to each other.






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