yesterday I walked bare feet from the park to my house; I had my shoes in one hand and the umbrella in the other; no one stared; some smiled; the pavement was wet and cold; I liked it I can’t [...]
August 31, 2007 | Posted in Bits and pieces, I think I'm paranoid and complicated
So, I’m back for good from my holiday. What can I say? It was fuuuun! Vama Veche was a very bohemian place. No one cared about the way they looked, about the way you looked, everyone was chill and you [...]
August 29, 2007 | Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Pictures of you, Try walking in my shoes
Dansam pe plaja, in fata la Stuf. L-am auzit vorbind si m-am intors. Era… perfect! “I like you”, i-a spus zambetul meu. Nici nu mai stiu cum am ajuns sa vorbim. “So, do you like it here?” “Yes, you have [...]
August 22, 2007 | Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Try walking in my shoes
Just a short note to let you know I’ll be off for the next 2 weeks. I’m leaving tomorrow for Bucharest, them I’m going to the seaside, in Vama Veche [Stufstock, here I come!] and then I’m going to Rosia [...]
August 10, 2007 | Posted in More than words can say, Music sounds better with you, Try walking in my shoes
Caught redhanded The remains of the ball of string The cold-blooded killer pleads “not guilty”
August 8, 2007 | Posted in My uRMa, Pictures of you
