duminică, 3 august 2014

Doi poli asemanatori

              Pline de mister si personaje exceptionle, In cautarea oii fantastice de Haruki Murakami si Sarpele de Mircea Eliade, ne ofera imagini a doua lumi departate care au ceva in comun,magicul.
              Desi cei doi tineri, Andronic din Sarpele si tanarul agent publicitar imaginat de Haruki Murakami, al carui nume nu este dezvaluit, se difera prin energie si prin pofta de viata, ei sunt inconjurati de fantastica intr-o lume cu elemente reale ce sunt descrise cu simplitate pentru a creea un cadru potrivit. Misterele celor doua carti isi gasesc rezolvari doar in mintea cititorilor care dau peste cateva mici indicii de-a lungul lecturii.
              Doi scriitori proveniti din lumi diferite care au calatorit si s-au inspirat din diferite culturi pentru a obtine opere unde descrierea lumii reale este doar o punte de legatura dintre cititor si o lume mistica.

"Nu trăieşti decât pe jumătate... Cealaltă jumătate aşteaptă undeva, încă neatinsă."

" Noi avem o existenţă efemeră prinsă între "totul" din urma noastră şi "nimicul" dinaintea ochilor."

"Există vise simbolice, vise care simbolizează realitatea. Sau există realităţi simbolice, realităţi care simbolizează vise."

"Singurătatea nu e un sentiment atât de rău. E ca liniştea în care se cufundă un copac după ce păsările şi-au luat zborul de pe ramurile lui."
                                                      -In cautarea oii fatastice -Haruki Murakami

"Apropierea sarpelui ii sugea parca rasuflarea, risipindu-i sangele din vine, topindu-i carnea intreaga intr-o groaza impletita cu fiori necunoscuti, de dragoste bolnava."

"Noua ani ai sa ma cauti, si numai atunci ai sa ma gasesti!"

"Tu nu stii ce inseamna sa fii om, adauga el ingandurat. E atat de bine..."

"Mie mi se pare ca am mai trait o data, demult, o alta viata."
                                                                                   -Sarpele-Mircea Eliade

marți, 21 ianuarie 2014

Sfaturi de la o diva

Fie ca este cunoscuta pentru talent sau pentru frumusete, Marilyn Monroe este o adevarat diva.

Cateva din spusele ei au fost "arhivate" si sunt o mostenire semnificativa pentru toate fetele de toate varstele.Unele citate sunt simple afirmatii in care unele fete se vor regasi,eu fiind una dintre ele, iar altele sunt niste sfaturi bune de urmat.


                                                 Enjoy it!
                                               Luati aminte!

sâmbătă, 4 ianuarie 2014

Wuthering Heights

'Wuthering Heights' ,the only Emily Bronye's book, was published in 1847.Unfortunately her book was not appreciated when it appeared.The book tells the story of love between two youngsters, Heathcliff and Catherine, which happened in England in the 18th centurty.Nevertheless this book does not contain only a love story, but a splendid people description.
Heathcliff had been an orphan who was taken by Catherine and Hindley's father in his house.It was the point which triggered the action.Catherine fell in love with Heathcliff while Hindley Hated him.A real war hat started between them.It was lasting how long they lived.Instead Heathcliff and Catherine loved each other even after death.Their lives were not  propitious with their love.She married with Edgar Linton, their neighbour who was enamoured of her.It was a big blow for Heathcliff who wanted to revange on Edgar marrying to Edgar's sister, Isabela.Bouth couples had children.Catherine bore a girl.She was named as her mother who died at her birth.Isabela and Heathcliff had a boy called Linton. He and little Catherine were used by Heathcliff as tools for his revenge.Eventually some charecters died, little Catherine fell in love with Hindley's son, Hareton.Their tale ends the book in a grandious way.
This book is very pleasant for readers nowadays.But a long time ago there were some people who do not have a good impression about it.Some of them thought thet it is too romantic, so unlike real life.The intensity of the love, its duration and results seemed to be a fairy tale for them.Ob the other hand, some lecturers consider the subject too unfeeling.The characters have a wickedness which scared them. In their opinion Heathcliff has an avenger and his love lacks of tenderness.There are infinite and different points of view.
Personally I think 'Wuthring Heights'is a top book.The love tale is special and characters are analysed from an early age, so we can see easily their strengths and deffects.Anither important think is that the authoress used antithesis for love and hate,wealth and poverty.we do not have to forget that the authoress offers you freedom to imagine more posibilities to continue a scene until she surprises you with an unexpected continuation.All these make this book to be a perfect choice for a wonderful reading.

marți, 4 iunie 2013

Dangerous love

'Hey, honey!'
'Hey?! Who are you?'
'Don't you remember me?I was sure that you knew my name. How could it happen?'
'Remember? Who did I have to remember?'
'Let's give you a clue. My bed was your scene, where you performed like nobody else.'
'Aaaa. I think you're making a gret confusion.'
'Who is at phone, baby?'
'Nobody.' Then his face became red and hang up.
'You are lying to me... Your face is always red when you do this.'

She took her coat and went out letting the door wide open. This time she didn't yell at him as she had before.The tears were enough to show her dissapointment. He tried to ignore all these and went for a walk.

He was walking thinking about nothing.For him this situation couldn't  continue because it did't seem to be real.The quiet night, the wonderful old enormous  park, the  wind which stroked him, all these could be only a dream.But this dream finished and he woke up in the place where it began. He was sitting at the same table having a  glass of vodka in front of him . The music was loud and everyone was drunk except for him .

She appeared out of nowhere  and everyone turned to watch how she was walking with light on her gorgeous face. That dangerous beautiful persuasive girl came and sat down on his knee. She kissed him softly and with a wisper of love she convinced him to go to a her place.The darkness from there became a part of them, their passion making it almost  unendurable.  It hurt him, but he loved it. He was feeling that he was alive after a log time while his life had been a white sheet of paper.

'Don't call me anymore' he said after all these.
'I won't call you. I don't call anybody.'
'You said the same thing last time..' and he walked away with lust. His mind was telling to him to stay more  and his body was moving uncontrollably.

Afterwards, at home he found his baby crying and drinking from a big coffee cup . He lied to her again, pretending that he had searched for her in the whole town. She must have been too tired because she didn't see his bitten lip and she believed him.

However their lives went on in the same monotonous way. She had some emotional crisis, but these didn't change anything. He didn't think about his dangerous mistress for even a second. But the worse was to come. The phone rang. He picked it up an instantly his hands started to tremble. His baby saw it and ran out without a word, just a tear of her remained on his hand. The dream was about to begin, or better said the nightmare.

Three days had passed since his baby left away. The phone hadn't rung and he couldn't endure the deadly silence.Only one place could destory it, a noisy, smelly, full of people place.Even if he could lose his minds completely because of her , he went there. Her aura was soon felt and the lust became more powerful. He controled his feelings and after he kissed her, he went away forever telling her that he loved her.

marți, 7 mai 2013


          Nu putea dormi. Era scarbita  de tot, pana si de ea insasi. Se saturase de toate si de tot. Linistea ce o avusese inainte o chinuia. Gandurile tulburi care navaleau acum peste ea nu o ajuta deloc. Vroia sa fuga in noapte singura, in pijamale. Vroia sa se lase mangaiata si alintata de un vant dulce si rece care sa o mai piste din cand in cand pentru a o trezi la realitate.
            Si-a dat seama ca nu se cunoaste, ca tot ce stia despre ea nu mai e valabil. Poate o persoana sa expire? Avea nevoie sa fie inconjurata de o singuratate usturatoare dar in acelasi timp sa cunoasca oameni noi. Sa cunoasca pe cineva inseamna autocunoastere iar aceasta la randul ei inseamna o cunoastere a lumii. Asta vroia cu adevarat, sa cunoasca lumea si tot ce cuprinde ea. Dar va putea sa ajunga sa se cunoasca cand in ea zac atatea contraste? Tot timpul va fi o alta persoana. Daca azi iti urla in fata ca ar
crede ceva cu tarie, maine va spune contrariu. Si ce e mai rau e ca de fiecare data gaseste motive si explicatii pentru orice, pentru a-si sustine orice teorie si credinta infidela. La asta e foarte buna.
             -Pleaca...! striga fara sa scoata vreun sunet. Nu stie exact cui ii spune acest cuvant, dar are mare nevoie sa il spuna. Si uite ca nimic nu se schimba. Nimeni si nimic nu pleaca pentru ca nimeni si nimic nu a venit.

duminică, 5 mai 2013

Lumea comunista

"Paul Roman isi inchipui acel simplu ritual de sfarsit al zilei al celui care traieste in saracie si teama. Nu gasea in el nicio unda de compasiune, dimpotriva: era uimit si dezgustat de resemnarea cu care milioane de oameni se supuneau unui destin nefast, purtandu-se de parca lipsa libertatii era de fapt o eliberare din menghina raspunderii individuale, din tensiunea luarii de decizii si a confruntarii cu consecintele lor."                                                                                                                                                                                                                              "Arlechinada"
Ludmila Shumilov