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In the images you can only see me, talking into a microphone. I was speaking to a room full of teenagers in their last high school year, who are looking for a college and to make their way through life. Boys and girls, the shy types, the bold types, the joyful and the private types. […]

In imagini ma vezi doar pe mine, vorbind la un microfon. Vorbeam unei sali de adolescenti la sfarsitul liceului, care se indreapta spre facultate si isi cauta drumul prin viata. Fete si baieti, mai timizi si mai indrazneti, mai veseli sau mai rezervati. Dar indiferent de cum pareau, toti m-au intrebat, sub diverse forme, acelasi […]

This morning I woke up to the sweet purr of a drill machine, audible so close to my dreams, engulfed in the soft salty wind of a white sandy beach, making a perfect cocktail of sensations with the turquoise waters and luscious greenery. I wake up. My allergy wakes up with me. I start to […]

De dimineata m-am trezit in dulcele zumzet al unei masini de gaurit care se auzea foarte aproape de visele mele invaluite de briza usoara si sarata, pe o plaja cu nisip alb care facea un cocktail perfect cu ape turcoaz si vegetatie luxurianta. Ma trezesc. Se trezeste si alergia. Incep sa stranut. Stranut niste minute […]

I love you so much that I became love. I love you so much that I started adoring myself. I love you so much that I became God. I love you so much that I see through life until the end of time. I love you so much that I became you. I love you […]

If you were to ask those close to me, including my family, they would tell you that I can’t draw. I couldn’t draw even when I was a little girl. You know how some kids get good grades in art class because they have this innate talent and others barely pass? Well, I was the […]

Daca imi intrebati apropiatii, inclusiv familia, o sa va spuna ca nu stiu sa desenez. Nu stiam de mic copil. Stiti cum unii copii au note bune la desen pentru ca ‘au talent’ innascut, iar altii iau note de trecere ca sa nu li se strice media? Ei, eu am fost un copil din a […]

Halloween, sarbatoarea mea preferata, o descindere spre intuneric, nebunie, groaza si un nou ciclu al vietii si renasterii. Magia noptii cand luna lumineaza dovlecii dinauntru. De ce o iubesc asa de mult? Pentru tot!   Este despre a fi autentic Cu toate ca (sau poate tocmai pentru ca) este o celebrare care implica mastile, este […]

Halloween, my favorite holiday, the descent into darkness, madness, horror and a new cycle of death and rebirth. There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight… Why do I love it so much? For everything! It’s about being real Although (or just because) it is a celebration concerning masks, it is the […]

Scriu randurile astea afara pe o terasa. Temperatura e perfecta, muzica e exact ce trebuie si limonada cu ghimbir si miere e si pansament sufletesc, nu doar gastric. La 5 metri de mine se afla un cuplu care e atat de lipsit de cusur din toate punctele de vedere incat stau si ma holbez la ei. […]

I’m writing this outside on a terrace. The temperature is perfect, the music is just right and my honey ginger lemonade soothes the soul as well as the stomach. 5 meters away from me there’s this couple who looks so flawless in every way that I just sit and stare. They sit next to each […]

Initially there were just 2 of us: myself, who I’m not counting, Sumi, good friend of mine whom I asked not to come because he’s stressing me out, and his girl Isa. I was kind of anxious, not a lot, though, just enough that I didn’t want anybody to show up… It was 11 o’clock. […]