tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56689118109226456152024-02-19T12:28:14.543+02:00unacaniciunaAmenajări interioare cu exprimări exterioareUnacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-50228360480406022822012-09-10T01:28:00.000+03:002012-09-10T14:49:38.120+03:00Ana si prietenii ei<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Faceti cunostinta cu Ana! Ana este o fetita cu noroc. In timp ce pictam pentru ea personaje alese cu grija, ma intrebam cum ar fi fost sa vin eu, pe vremea cand eram si eu un pui, de om, sa-mi gasesc camaruta plina de culoare si de voiosie. Mama Anei mi-a povestit ca, in primele zile, Ana a stat mai mult cocotata pe spatarul de la canapea, sa vorbeasca cu Minnie mai de aproape. Si ca era toata un zambet. Si ca la culcare, ea, tata sau bunicii, puteau crea povesti dupa fiecare imagine. </div>
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Ana a mai crescut un an. Intre timp, parintii ei au decis sa se mute in alta locuinta. Si pentru ca Anei i-a fost bine langa prietenii ei, ma duc din nou sa pictez pentru ea. O alta lume. Tot voioasa. Tot mica. Dar mai mare cu un an.:)</div>
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<br />Unacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-65258812232296633152012-09-05T01:45:00.000+03:002012-09-05T11:01:03.277+03:00Viseaza si tu prin mainile mele!Gata! Sunt gata! Sunt gata sa recunosc totul. :) Eu vreau sa traiesc din forme si culori. Eu vreau sa traiesc din vise. Din visele mele si din visele altor oameni.<br />
Tot aud pe la prieteni, cunoscuti, prietenii altora, cunoscutii unor necunoscuti...ca ar vrea si ei sa traiasca intr-o casa frumoasa. Multi isi propun chiar, sa stranga bani pentru un moment cand isi vor permite sa "schimbe prin casa". Stii cum e cand cauti ochelarii care-s pe nas? Exact asa: traind intr-un loc nedrag, rutinat in ochii tai, la un moment dat nici nu mai vezi ce-ai putea face acolo, sa-ti placa. Cel mai des, crezi ca ar trebui sa renovezi, sa schimbi absolut tot ca sa te simti bine. Din comoditate, din lipsa de timp, din teama ca nu poti sustine o schimbare, amani procesul asta si venirea zilnica acasa ajunge sa te indispuna, chiar... E un chin nejustificat, pe bune! Sa-ti imbunatatesti aspectul casei, sa-ti creezi o atmosfera care sa te bucure, nu e vreo filozofie! Si n-ai acum idee, cum e sa te trezesti dimineata si sa zambesti fiindca in jur e un univers care te reprezinta.<br />
Sunt unii care sunt pasionati de asta. Care viseaza si noaptea si ziua, ce sa mai faca ei si pe unde...ce sa mai schimbe, ce sa modifice... Eu sunt un exemplar din asta.. Si am chef oricand sa te ajut pe tine, sa aduci in realitate, ceea ce-ti doresti de la casa ta. De la locul unde tu ai putea sa te regasesti.. Sa vad pe cineva zambind in timp ce lucrez si casa i se transforma, e de fapt adevarata rasplata. De cate ori am facut asta, mi-am zis ca, e clar, asta ma anima!<br />
Iar acum sunt pregatita. Daca vrei sa vezi dinainte cum va arata, facem un proiect si e aproape ca o poza. Daca nu, iti desenez, iti exemplific si tot ajungem unde vrei. Poate fi maine.<br />
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Si uite cum facem: cheama-ma acolo unde simti ca vrei sa schimbi ceva si nu stii ce. Stam impreuna si vorbim. Pun ramasag acum, ca foarte repede, ai sa te bucuri!:))) Si eu, la fel!Unacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-63758480475795618122011-04-12T20:53:00.001+03:002011-04-12T20:54:13.788+03:00Intro de Toma Nour<div style="text-align: justify;">De ce sa nu fiu asa cum sunt? Pentru ca urasc. De cele mai multe ori, fara motiv aparent, pur si simplu, visceral. Apar reactii de neinteles unei minti calme, echilibrate. De unde sa scot eu insa o minte echilibrata? Asa ca, in lipsa ei, urasc. Nici macar cu patima. Rece, ca un nebun cu un plan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">E o trecere. Brusc sunt impotriva ordinii, impotriva oricarui lucru cu forma. Nu-mi plac formele. Instinctul formei m-a tradat. Si a facut-o ca o forta cu viata proprie, parca pentru a ma arata cu degetul. Dar cum as putea trai cu singurul principiu valabil: “murim, asa ca nimic nu conteaza in afara dorintei de a prelungi viata”? <br />
Cum de NU as putea? <br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">“ - Ma simt de parca am blackout-uri. Jur. De la o vreme. Parca lesin si ma trezesc dupa 3 luni. Nu glumesc. Am asa, momente in care nu mai stiu unde sunt si de ce e septembrie si nu aprilie.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Esti bine, Liana.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- De ce? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">- Eu ma intreb cum de am 44 de ani si nu 38. Parca anii trec aiuristic rau, nu-mi aduc aminte amanunte deloc, doar simt ca sunt mai plin sau doar altfel. Altminteri nu as percepe trecerea timpului deloc. Memoria mea a devenit nu doar selectiva, ci parca o unealta in lupta pentru supravietuire ... ciudat e ca nu stiu ce fel de supravietuire. Probabil cand voi afla, va fi prea tarziu, cum se intampla cu oamenii. <br />
Nu cred ca mi se potriveste timpul de pace. Eu sunt bun numai daca sunt dus la extreme. Zilnic.”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Am pierdut esenta de cand eram copil sau doar ma bantuie acum frica? A ramas doar dorul de mirosul de pamant reavan, rascolit imediat dupa ploaie, plin de frunze moarte. Mirosul inimii. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stau in picioare. Privesc inainte si vad doar alb. Nici nu apuc sa fac un tur cu privirea de jur-imprejur si inteleg ca totul e alb. In jos, in sus. Ce naiba se intampla? Frig nu e. Nici cald. Nu exista vreme. Asta chiar e ciudat. Incep sa ma intreb cu voce tare: cum sa fie chiar totul alb?! Nici nu stiu daca ma mir sau sunt speriat de-a binelea. CINE e albul asta? Si inghet. Realizez ca mi-e frica. Si nu ca atunci, in padure, cand m-a prins noaptea si am simtit cum se apropie, haos in carne si oase, un lup. Nu l-am vazut, nu stiu daca l-am auzit, dar l-am simtit. Trebuia sa fie un lup. Doar de ei mi-e atat de frica. Singura forta vie care mi-a<span> </span>transformat mintea in piatra pura, plina doar de senzatia de rece solid… </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mi-e frica! Nu exista decat frica. Nu am carne, nu am sentimente, am frica. Frica alba. Care creste continuu.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Si simt ca vine direct catre mine, de neoprit, din toate partile in acelasi timp, acelasi tot, acelasi corp. Stiu in buricele degetelor ca nu adie nici un vant si stiu, totusi, ca vine cu o viteza care nu e din lumea asta. Frica ma paralizeaza. Inima a stat. Asteapta. <i>“Asteapta…”</i>, imi soptesc. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Totul e alb, ma uit prin mine, transparent. Ochii prin care vad sunt albi. Nu e doar o culoare, e TOT. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Si creste… </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nu exista forme, senzatii de nici un fel. Nu stiam ca poate exista o frica atat de mare!</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Si realizez: voi muri! Este inevitabil. Stiu acum si frica devine paroxistica. Se invarteste catre mine cu o viteza mai mare decat pot percepe. Albul striveste alb. Albul are consistenta fricii. Vine, vine… <i>“Vine!”</i></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Daca as fi avut corp, as fi facut pe mine si as fi avut erectie, senzatii pe care le am ca aievea.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Roata alba uriasa, din lumea alba, e in fata mea, invartindu-se in ultima clipa, realizez intr-o fractiune. Nu poate decat sa ma striveasca! E atat de mare, sunt umilit. O roata.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trece peste mine. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sufletul mi s-a ridicat din corp, sunt mort. Linistea e singurul lucru viu. Sunt fericit, nu exista frica si altceva nu mai conteaza. Fericit! Si viu. Ma pot obisnui cu senzatia. Si chiar o fac! Nu dupa mult, revin in corp.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Parca adie usor si vantul.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ma uit la mine si vantul dispare ca si cum nici n-a fost: sunt alb si ochii imi sunt la fel de albi. Sunt nelinistit. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stau in picioare. Privesc inainte si vad doar alb. Mi-e frica…</span></div>Unacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-16142252158795570132011-02-23T22:26:00.000+02:002011-02-23T22:26:33.773+02:00Maine, 24 februarie, Unacaniciuna se dă in stambă la Sala Dalles. Dacă nu vii, o sa-ti fie iarnă! Primavara acolo s-a ascuns!:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-4KWdLHkEt-A11FY8aNBHpnC2IDeBBlyXsZrjnoSf6TxzcpKoroCDvbIFlelhI3nF6lgRYMzVIXsu79AtZIlFz99ysjXr-pJfQs4NYrbZs-0bhd4pCyv4Bwl7C3B0uEBxTkW0v4iC1Ej/s1600/DSC03213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-4KWdLHkEt-A11FY8aNBHpnC2IDeBBlyXsZrjnoSf6TxzcpKoroCDvbIFlelhI3nF6lgRYMzVIXsu79AtZIlFz99ysjXr-pJfQs4NYrbZs-0bhd4pCyv4Bwl7C3B0uEBxTkW0v4iC1Ej/s320/DSC03213.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZleGe97mNDMt_AHZ4Ry-29YoSKycRI7zlMAEdBJbcTwC_E1PgVfeccrghznB95IlM_zt3mjYuUoEn7ZmdWivGDOT59R02juZadGwYOnnj3IKkg-DCtXmy9q4uivJ4YqqrNraT7DFLewrh/s1600/DSC03208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZleGe97mNDMt_AHZ4Ry-29YoSKycRI7zlMAEdBJbcTwC_E1PgVfeccrghznB95IlM_zt3mjYuUoEn7ZmdWivGDOT59R02juZadGwYOnnj3IKkg-DCtXmy9q4uivJ4YqqrNraT7DFLewrh/s320/DSC03208.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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E un an nou. Nu inseamna nimic asta, concret. Simbolic insa, mi-e ciuda ca l-am inceput cu un suflet mlastinos.</div>
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Nu mai vreau zbucium in viata mea. Nu e o minciuna sau un mit, ca cea mai mare parte din ce suntem, creem cu mintea. Cu dorinta de a fi ceva anume. Cu autosugestia chiar..</div>
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Vad acum, la cei 30 spre 31 pe care ii am, ca nu ma mai pot minti. Nu sunt altfel decat ceilalti. Iar daca sunt, diferentele sunt nesemnificative, diferiti sunt si ceilalti de mine. Dar am ajuns sa ravnesc la calea banala, comuna, pe care ei o urmeaza si par linistiti.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Simt in mine puterea de a-mi gasi linistea dupa aceeasi cale, adaptata felului meu de a fi. Sunt constienta ca e un fel frumos, poate picant dar ma pot modela pentru a proteja un cuib. Nu mai vreau sa ascund ceea ce-mi doresc profund, doar din teama ca, la fel ca multi altii, as putea esua. Vreau si pot sa lupt cu desisurile unei minti analitice pe care din pacate cred, o am, si sa construiesc cuibul meu. Nu spune nimeni ca asta e usor dar cred ca e strict o chestiune de vointa. Pun in balanta zbuciumul inerent incertitudinii si instabilitatii cu probabilul zbucium al unei rutini. De parca asta n-ar depinde tot de mine…de noi.</div>
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Vreau un om pentru care sinceritatea sa nu fie o exceptie, o teama. Vreau un om care sa inteleaga<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ca el si cuibul sau inseamna esenta existentei lui. Un om care sa simta asta, nu sa o afirme doar pentru ca asa-i corect. Un om care, alaturi de mine, sa-si doreasca sa vada un cuib lipit iar fisurile acestuia sa se rezolve inauntru, nu prin terti, terte sau fuga. Un om care sa nu fuga de adevar ci sa faca tot ce poate si ce stie, sa creeze armonie in jurul lui. Armonie prin adevar. Si nu prin ignoranta! Si nu prin retragere!! Ochii inchisi nu inseamna armonie! Nu mai vreau sa ma prefac niciodata ca totul functioneaza normal atunci cand simt si<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cand am evidenta faptului ca nu functioneaza. Nu mai vreau ipocrizie…nu in cuibul meu. Vreau sa evoluez sanatos. Stiu cu mintea si cu inima, ca adevarul spus sinelui atrage dupa sine armonia sinelui. Daca nu ai niciun motiv aparent sa nu traiesti armonios langa cineva, atunci inseamna ca exista un motiv inaparent. Daca simti ca iubesti omul ala si totusi nu poti, ai alt motiv. Recunoaste-l! Poate e la tine, poate e la el. Nu mai vreau sa-mi fie frica sa vorbesc doar pentru ca vorbele mele, adevarate fara tagada, enerveaza pe cel caruia i se adreseaza. Nu mai vreau! Vreau un om deschis, sunt un om deschis.</div>
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Nu mai vreau niciodata sa aud ca nu-mi cunosc pozitia de femeie! Mi-o cunosc, sunt femeie prin toti porii mei! Ma port, muncesc, gandesc, simt, iubesc si plang ca o femeie! Sunt mica, sunt blanda sunt fragila. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Si am in mine nevoia de a construi un cuib. Am nevoie de un barbat care sa aiba in el nevoia de a proteja cuibul, care sa stie singur ce are de facut, pentru care baza sa fie asta iar actiunile sale sa nu distruga sau sa indeparteze, ci sa adune, sa lipeasca.</div>
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Vreau un om care sa-si recunoasca metehnele si sa se amuze de lupta cu ele, nu de imposibilitatea de a le combate, de parca ele i-ar conduce viata. Vreau un om, nu o leguma, dependenta de clima, de soare si de mila altora. Vreau un om care sa vrea sa fie bun, curat la minte si la trup, care sa se iubeasca si care sa stie iubeasca. Care sa nu se lase dus de valul arogantei pentru ca asa e mai interesant, pentru ca el asa e! Daca asa e, inseamna ca nu stie sa fie altfel, inseamna ca e prea putin pentru ce am in mine de dat. Nu pot trai fara sa dau tot, asa sunt eu. Poate de asta cer celui de langa mine sa aiba grija de ceea ce e, sa ma lase sa-l iubesc frumos. Poate de asta am atata grija de ceea ce sunt, pentru a nu-l sili pe celalalt sa suporte orice i-ar putea provoca dezgust, neplacere, disconfort, rusine ca ma iubeste. </div>
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Nu vreau un om slab, nu sunt un om slab. Sunt un om armonios cum putini oameni cunosc, si nu din dezinteres ci din intelegere, sunt un om deschis cum nu cunosc pe nimeni, sunt un om care are grija de el si de toti din jurul sau, sunt un om care din firescul sau nu acapareaza pe ceilalti ci are propriile sale preocupari. Sunt o femeie care se muleaza dupa barbatul sau si ii impartaseste pasiunile.</div>
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Am avut grija de mine, nu sunt in pozitia de a accepta orice, sa nu raman singura. Vreau sa iubesc omul meu. Sunt de acord ca toti ne adaptam mediului si celor din jur si ca trebuie sa facem asta. Dar nu mai sunt de acord sa renunt la bunul simt universal pentru ca as putea calca lenea, mandria sau ignoranta cuiva.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Nu mai vreau sa ma uit in ochii unui barbat care ma minte si care ma uraste fiindca stiu. Nu mai vreau sa intru in pamant doar ca sa dispar de langa cel care ma minte. Nu mai vreau sa ma tem sa ma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uit in oglinda de teama ca as putea vedea un monstru, pe care l-am intuit in oglinda ochilor lui de las. Nu mai vrea sa aud ezitarea din voce cand pun o intrebare simpla. Nu mai vreau nesomn, nu mai vreau sa ma simt jalnic pentru ca sunt inteligenta! Urasc absurdul .</div>
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Un om care ma refuza pentru inteligenta mea e un om putin, care are in plan sa se ascunda toata viata. De el, de mine.. Nu, eu nu sunt femela stabila de acasa, orice-ar fi! Sunt ceea ce sunt si nu e putin. </div>
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Oamenii sunt, asa cum si denumirea lor tradeaza, oameni. Adica fiinte superioare. Adica au simtire si gandire. Toti, fara exceptie, ne simtim atrasi de altii in afara de ce pare a fi sub stapanirea noastra. Oricat de bun ar fi ceea ce avem, faptul ca avem ne face sa ravnim la un altceva. E firesc, doar nu putem manca numai carne fripta sau numai altceva oricat de mult am fi iubit lucrul ala la inceput. Bine, un pic exagerata comparatia culinara, poate…desi, exact cum pe carne poti pune alte si alte condimente si o poti gati in nenumarate moduri, la fel poti redescoperi omul de langa tine. Daca odata l-ai iubit mult, adica daca baza exista, poti sa cunosti multe fatete ale personalitatii sale.Unele iti vor placea, altele nu..intocmai preferintelor culinare, dar cunoaste-l! E o amagire prosteasca de-a dreptul sa crezi ca un alt om care te atrage va avea alta soarta in sufletul tau. Nu vorbesc despre cazurile in care se naste iubire. Vorbesc despre ispite. Nu poti servi din toate ispitele pe care stralucitor le prezinta galantarul vietii, fara sa lasi urme. Adulmeca, apropie-te, exploreaza dar nu rani. Ne bazam pe iertarea celui care ne iubeste. Nu gandim. Raman urme..care din nefericire se rasfrang tot asupra noastra. Am iertat si eu dar n-a mai fost niciodata la fel. Am simtit si cand omul meu iubit adulmeca si am tacut. Si n-a durut atat de tare. A fost picant dar omenesc. Am simtit sfichiuirea unei muscaturi pe care parea a o ravni si a durut pana la plasele. Si nu m-am mai putut deschide la fel ca inainte. Si nu l-am mai putut iubi la fel de curajos, la fel de total.Si nu s-a mai simtit iubit la fel ca inainte. Si s-a inchis mai mult. Apoi si eu. Si iar el. Pana cand? Si mai ales de ce? Lucrurile se pot controla daca esti intreg la minte si daca stii ce vrei. Nu poti visa ca fiecare ispita te va mangaia pe frunte cand ai febra si-ti va creste puii. Nu e ca o ceata pe ochi.</div>
<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Cat de mult inseamna tot ce vreau? Pare ca cer viata altuia? Pare ca un alt om nu ar putea trai langa mine? Sunt astea oare "pretentii"? Pentru mine e atat de simplu!</span>Unacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-31944046612351654842011-02-01T22:12:00.002+02:002011-02-01T22:12:55.359+02:00Primul cordon :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2csgpMIZo1nJXVsLkXo1wBs6Unrj_LXTL2S67IE1moyEGFmnexlVC17tGvAVwPI8wldEkgu42T105V_pyJ_KoLu17NaAh3n2iZsar6rP8FhTrVnHDrKwexPeiCFmZyt0sUh2okAib2byW/s1600/DSC03151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2csgpMIZo1nJXVsLkXo1wBs6Unrj_LXTL2S67IE1moyEGFmnexlVC17tGvAVwPI8wldEkgu42T105V_pyJ_KoLu17NaAh3n2iZsar6rP8FhTrVnHDrKwexPeiCFmZyt0sUh2okAib2byW/s320/DSC03151.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Unacaniciunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15896349023357516125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668911810922645615.post-39944541920594361842011-02-01T00:57:00.000+02:002011-02-01T00:57:34.444+02:00Sala Dalles, 24 februarie. Prima aparitie publica UNACANICIUNA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PQw9AUX4Xd2WHPxbBWZas3BQ6JToQKA_KsjF2H1XUlkM2YsClI2J2cNGjyzbltC66kMXluQGC8S62F7fIKWBAusaQp_0JiCJ1faqBY2PC473vQ4YM5_-KHAia6xSfT4PEDIZGCSa8fMd/s1600/DSC03110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7PQw9AUX4Xd2WHPxbBWZas3BQ6JToQKA_KsjF2H1XUlkM2YsClI2J2cNGjyzbltC66kMXluQGC8S62F7fIKWBAusaQp_0JiCJ1faqBY2PC473vQ4YM5_-KHAia6xSfT4PEDIZGCSa8fMd/s320/DSC03110.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">De cand am devenit constienta de mine ca fiinta, aud in jur expresia "traim vremuri grele".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Prezent continuu de 30 de ani. "Vremuri grele" isi aminteau si bunicii mei ca au trait, vremuri de razboi, foamete, saracie si mizerie. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">"Vremuri grele" spun si parintii mei ca au trait, in comunism, restrictii, cenzuri. Frunzarind istoria, vezi ca greu a fost dintotdeauna, poate mai greu, mult mai greu...dar acum e mai greu, ca traiesc eu in timpul asta. Asadar, "vremurile grele" au un prezent continuu de mult mai multa vreme decat viata mea, de 30 de ani. Vremuri bune au fost vreodata? De cand e lumea asta... </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Nu sunt oare cele bune laolalta cu cele rele? De ce aleg oamenii sa le vada pe cele grele? Fericirea e o stare scurta, cica... Niciodata deplina, din cauza apasarilor permanente adunate sau care ameninta sa vina. Ea este insa la fel de prezenta. Fericirea e toata starea din restul timpului ce-mi ramane, dupa ce scad<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ingrijorarea, durerea, nemultumirea, neimplinirea sau lipsa. Fericirea e de fapt normalitatea. Si e mai mare decat greul, daca o vad cumulat. Fericirea nu e doar starea fiziologica de descarcare brusca a endorfinelor. Asa cum nici nefericirea nu e doar momentul cand ni se intampla o tragedie. Dar nu, oamenii nu aleg calea asta de a privi. Zic bine: alegere. </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Adevarat, ni se intampla necazuri. Pierdem pe cineva important pentru noi. Ne imbolnavim grav si suferim toata viata. Pierdem tot ce am acumulat o viata. Sunt intamplari triste, fara indoiala. Cele din urma tin doar de acceptare. </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">De ce nu alegem in toate celelalte cazuri de nefericire, in loc sa ne uitam cu manie inapoi, sa privim calea lunga ce se desfasoara inainte? De ce nu ne scuturam, nu ne ridicam capul catre inaltimi si nu spunem: nu depind de nimic in afara de mine?! Nu ma leaga nimic de starea de rau. Ies din ea cand vreau. Eu.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Daca fiecare s-ar lupta cu sine, nu sa izbandeasca (impotriva nevoii lui reale), nu sa castige cauze fara un real folos, nu sa iasa invingator in batalii fara continut, ci sa <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">inteleaga</b> ce i se intampla si ce l-ar umple cu adevarat ca suflet, lumea asta minunata in care traim pentru un timp mult prea scurt, ar fi plina de oameni macar multumiti.</span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ambitia/ Orgoliul: de ce avem nevoie de ambitie? Ca sa evoluam, aud voci…Ma ambitionez, urc pe scara sociala (o alta gaselnita total inutila) si de acolo, de sus, privesc imbatranit inapoi si vad cate lucruri minunate am pierdut, cata inima amara am strans, cata truda si ciuda! Dar sunt sus! Mor de sus. Nu mor de jos, ca altii. Dar mor. Egal.</span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">De ce n-as alege sa ma ascult? Sa-mi recunosc ce mic sunt, ce imi vine natural sa fac, ce pot sa creez fara sa-mi calc pe suflet. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Suntem atat de multi, atat de diferiti si ce bine ca-i asa! Daca fiecare si-ar intelege calea si s-ar scutura de orgoliul de a fi ceea ce nu intelege cu inima sa fie, lumea ar avea exact tot ce ar fi necesar sa mearga frumos mai departe. Sa nu existe rusinea de a nu fi ajuns la maturitate "cineva" din paleta stramta pe care ti-o serveste societatea! </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Oamenii sunt buni, in esenta... Daca sunt rai, excluzand marunta proportie patologica (iar bolile psihice sunt totusi nemolipsitoare), sa zicem, sunt rai de nefericire. Sunt rai din razbunare. </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ca ceea ce se trezesc ca sunt, nu e acceptat de ceilalti, sau de ei. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Si mor visand calea pe care si-ar fi dorit sa o aleaga. Dar n-au avut curaj. Ce curaj? Sa fie ei.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;"></span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Meseriile nobile. Ce inseamna "meserie"? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ce inseamna "nobil"? Cine face aceasta imparteala? Si de ce este acceptata intru neimplinirea noastra? De ce daca visez de mic sa vopsesc garduri, ma tem sa fac asta pentru ca lumea ma va vedea mai rau decat daca sunt doctor? De ce sa trag de mine intr-un sens in care poate nu voi fi niciodata talentat? As fi putut vopsi garduri intr-un mod atat de armonios pentru sufletul meu! </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">As fi putut aduce multumire celor ce le-ar fi vazut… dar mai ales mie… </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">As fi putut fi un om implinit doar vopsind garduri. Si chipul meu ar fi fost senin.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Exista meserii reziduale. Acestea sunt de obicei, sansa cea de pe urma a celor ce n-au invatat. "Ai sa ajungi ca..Z, repetentul clasei!" Evident, cineva le-ar fi putut face cu placere poate si pe astea, daca n-ar fi fost incadrate: "croitoreasa ai sa ajungi!" Ce frumoasa e croitoria! Si nu-i deloc usoara. De ce-ar fi rusinos sa faci asta? Si se trezeste careva ca a ajuns mare si n-a facut nimic din ce visa si trebuie sa faca ceva, orice, si-nvata croitoria! Cat sa se descurce, eventual...si nu crede-n ea, si nu creeaza, si-i un supliciu..Si-i un nefericit.. </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Educatia. Familia in care m-am nascut, rezultat al "vremurilor grele", nu mi-a putut asigura educatia. Trebuie insa sa supravietuiesc, sa fac ceva, orice. N-am educatie inalta, pot doar sa stau cu oile pe camp. Si toata viata oftez cu barba intr-un toiag, visand c-as fi putut ajunge <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>magistrat poate, daca parintii mei, victime ale aceleiasi oranduiri, m-ar fi putut trimite la scoala. Un altul intre timp, scarbit de-atata sclipici pe eticheta sociala, isi roade coatele in sila pe banci educative, de teama ca ar putea ajunge un nimeni. Dar ar fi fost fericit sa citeasca pe camp cat e ziua de lunga! Nu i s-ar permite sa recunoasca asta! Si devine ursuz, inchis, nefericit. Sau in cele din urma chiar isi ia campii si recurge la droguri, alcool si alte "rele". De ce? "A avut toate conditiile". Dar a simtit ca e altcineva... </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Nimeni nu e nimeni! Toti avem un rost, rostul <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">nostru, </b>pe care l-am urma cu atata drag daca am avea curaj sa-l recunoastem! Suntem toti creatori. Ar trebui sa vedem asta. </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Nu este de fapt obligatoriu sa facem nimic din ce nu simtim propriu sufletului nostru. Cine face ca ceva sa fie obligatoriu? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Ne nastem egali, cu drepturi egale. Nu e doar o vorba. Putem alege noi, pentru noi. Lumea asta nefericita in care traim, este asa pentru ca cei mai multi nu aleg. Li se alege.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Afaceri de succes. Urasc cuvantul "afacere". Are o conotatie mercantila. Lipsita de simtire. Este o reusita financiara, atat. Si ce usor poate sa devina falimentara daca mediul se schimba! Iar cuvantul succes nu are intelesul corect in lumea noastra. Succesul, privit ca reusita, este implinirea unui scop important acceptat de ceilalti. X<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>este un manager de succes. </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Un avocat de succes. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Un pictor de succes. Succesul nu este apreciat prin propria implinire ci prin concretizare in castiguri financiare sau faima. Implinirea unei meniri. Menirea cui? Cine spune? Daca faci cu pasiune ceva, orice, nu esti recunoscut ca fiind de succes daca nu ai aprobare sociala. Cati oameni fac cu pasiune ceva si nu castiga suficient incat sa devina renumiti? Cata frustrare aduna acestia ca nu li se recunoaste valoarea? Exemple sunt peste tot. Numai daca ne gandim la marile talente in arta sau literatura care au murit in mizerie! Talentul lor s-a vazut dupa. La ce bun pentru ei? Recunoastera lor ca talente, i-ar fi implinit, poate.. Poate le-ar fi dat aripi si ar fi creat mai mult. Poate n-ar fi fost condamnati sa traiasca greu, sa se inece in alcool de frustrare, sa se imbolnaveasca in saracie... Cata frustrare trebuie sa fi simtit atatia oameni, ca au avut indrazneala sa fie ei! Culmea e ca atunci cand cineva reuseste sa se iteasca din multime facand ceva cu pasiune, explicatiile nu sunt astea. Ci: cutare a facut nu stiu ce, din daruire, perseverenta, etc... Unde-i pasiunea? Cum ai putea stimula un spirit inovator sa faca ce-i vine daca de la inceput ii spui ca geniul e 1% inspiratie si restul transpiratie? Cui ii place sa transpire ca un ogar haituit? Vorba asta este adevarata dar vine absolut natural cand esti condus de pasiune. </span></div>
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<span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;">De ce nu avem deschiderea sa recunoastem ce este frumos, atunci cand chiar este? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Cand ne bucura ochii.. Pentru ca ne e ciuda. </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;">De ce asta a facut asta si n-am facut-o eu? Pentru ca nu sunt liber cu mine, simplu! Daca-s fi, as face poate altceva, frumos deopotriva, dar altfel. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Pentru ca exista si aici reguli. Si pentru ca frumosul are si el masura. Data de cine? Nu de fiecare dintre noi? Noi nu vedem cu ochii nostri. Ochii nostri nu conteaza. Ochii libelulici ai societatii, da. M-as imbraca in lila dar nu mai e la moda.. ma imbrac atunci in bej dar bejul nu-mi place si cand ma uit la mine, vad ca-mi sta si rau. Dar e la moda. Ma voi imbraca in bej, voi simti ca-mi sta rau si chiar imi va sta. Nu exista moda! Exista frumos. Frumosul fiecaruia. Exista chiar si imprimeul "fashion victim" pe care il purtam cu mandrie. Nimeni nu vede cat este de trist? </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Dupa mine, un real succes este acela in care atingi ca individ implinirea de a face ceea ce te face multumit. Ai reusit cu tine. Dar succesul are o masura data de altii. Iar noi acceptam cu tristete. Ne vedem fiecare ca pe centrul universului propriu dar asta nu corespunde cu clasificarea sociala. Aici apare declicul personal, Si pierderea increderii ca suntem buni. Si renuntarea sau abordarea superficiala. Ca... "ce rost are"? </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Comparatia. Sunt bun in ceea ce fac dar fac altfel decat celalalt. Si celalalt are succes. Sa fac la fel ca el, sa am si eu. Ca el, mie nu mi se potriveste. Nu sunt fericit facand asa. Si nu fac bine. Si nu ajung acolo unde credeam. De ce? Fac la fel! Devin foarte repede nefericit, imi vine sa las balta totul, nu sunt bun pentru asta. </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Ma lupt cu mine sa merg pe cai pentru care pantofii mei nu sunt potriviti. De ce nu renunt? De ce nu redevin eu? Ca mine, am succesul meu. Eu sunt eu si niciodata celalalt nu va fi ca mine. Nici eu nu voi fi ca el. </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Suntem buni in orice suntem noi. Nu e sanatoasa comparatia aici. </span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">De multe ori omul, animal inteligent, invata un pattern al succesului, pe care il aplica. De ceva mai putine ori, reusita chiar apare. Apar venituri, apare faima... apare si fericirea? Temporara, probabil... </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">De ce cand toti in jur te invidiaza pentru ce ai ajuns (fara sa se intrebe "ce-ai ajuns" de fapt?), te simti totusi un trist? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Pentru ca n-ai ajuns la tine. Ai ajuns la ce "trebuia" sa ajungi pentru ceilalti. Tie nu-ti trebuiai decat tu. Tu nu mai ai loc in tine. Beat de un succes recunoscut, nu poti renunta la nefericirea ta. Si esti un manios frustrat, inexplicabil in aparenta.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">De sef iti este frica. Alta tampenie! De ce sa-ti fie? Pentru ca depinzi de el...Depinzi de ce? De deciziile unui egal? </span><span lang="DA" style="mso-ansi-language: DA;">Crezi ca el nu sufera, nu plange, nu-l doare nimic? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">E om. In primul rand. Apoi, e trist. Tristetea lui nu e mai mica sau mai importanta pentru ca e sef. Are aceeasi suma de oase, de organe si aceeasi greutate a creierului. C-asa-i omul! Pe toate acestea descrise, apasa insa pe langa ce face el si ceea ce faci tu, si cei din rand cu tine. </span><span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">De ce? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Pentru ca el nu-si ajunge lui. Isi este putin. Pentru ca nu se are, nu se cunoaste ca om. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Si cauta energii in jur. Neavand putere din el, are nevoie sa fie oficial recunoscut ca are. De cele mai multe ori. Exista si situatiile fericite dar rare, in care ajung sefi cei care inteleg caile firesti ale lucrurilor si isi inspira subalternii. De obicei au cai foarte simple si naturale de a rezolva situatii. Astia sunt iubiti. Ei se au pe ei si nu incearca din fire sa-ti smulga energii cu care sa se hraneasca.</span></div>
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<span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">De cate ori se intampla sa ne doara ceva si sa nu facem nimic? </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;">Luam repede un medicament, punem o compresa rece, orice dar sa ne treaca odata! De ce ar functiona sufletul altfel? De ce acceptam durerea din frustrare de regula, ca pe o boala cronica cu care traim ca n-avem incotro? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">Betegi asa, mergem in turma, tarandu-ne mai mult. N-avem randament, adunam nemultumiri din partea celorlalti, rasfrante asupra noastra, ne betegim mai rau si tot asa... </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ansi-language: PT-BR;">Intreb: de ce? Nu cumva locul meu nu e aici? Nu cumva eu pot fi excelent undeva unde sunt eu? Unde ma regasesc, adica... De cine depind eu? </span><span lang="IT" style="mso-ansi-language: IT;">De mine si atat!!!</span></div>
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