Sperante tomnatice

   Îmi citeşti blogul, şi te redescoperi prin ochii mei, nu? Când scriu, şi nu scriu despre tine, te întristezi...dar nu spui nimic, ai vrea că tu să fii totul meu, ai vrea, în orice fac să fie bucăţi din tine, iar atunci când nu sunt nu e că te superi, e doar că sperai că şi acolo, în micul meu colţ să nu uit de tine, să nu te rătăcesc cumva, aşa cum am făcut cu toate celălalte amintiri.
   Nu te teme, nu te voi rătăci, cum ţi-am zis marea mea frică este demenţa, şi doar ea poate şterge urmele adânci lăsate de voi, voi cei care v-aţi gravat numele pe inima mea, prin cuvinte sau chiar prin lipsa lor. Nu poţi decât să te bucuri de noi, de ce avem acum, să încerci să-mi laşi micul meu colţ de delir aşa cum e, plin de nebunie şi de goluri care aşteaptă cu nesaţ alţi parteneri de fantezie. În zilele astea, de sfârşit de toamna, mă ia depresia, sau mă ia un dor nebun de ceva, ceva care parcă nici nu l-am avut. Tu doar fii acolo, nu încerca să mă înţelegi, sunt doar o eu sezonieră, căreia nu trebuie să-i placi, sau ea să-ţi placă ţie.

I was wearing Bershka coat, no name bag and boots, American eagle dress, handmade necklace Atmosphere blouse.

Today's quote: "Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change."

You read my blog and you rediscover yourself through my eyes, isn't it? When I'm writing, and I don't  write about you, you're getting sad...but you don't say a word. You wish it was all about you, you dream about finding little pieces of yourself in anything I do, and when you don't discover any piece of you, in what I wrote, it's not like you're upset, it's just that strange feeling that you fantasized about being there in my hidden spot, this way you're sure I'll not get rid of you, as you think I did with all the other memories. 

   Don't be scared, i'll not lose you, as I always told you, my biggest fears is insanity, and only this disease can remove the scars left by you, all of you which engraved your name on my heart, using words or just their absence. Just be happy for what we are, of what we did together so far, try to let my little delirium corner as it is, full of folly and goals eagerly awaiting other partners of fantasy. These days when autumn leaves us, and winter comes, i feel down, because i crave for something, something that i didn't ever had, something unknown to me. You, just be there, don't try to understand me, it's just a seasonal me, which you don't have to like and she doesn't have to like you back.

Disconnection 100%

   Te saturi de rutina zilnică, de aceleaşi fete mohorâte, aceleaşi bârfe, aceleaşi întrebări, glumele neschimbate, de nemulţumirile tale şi ale celor din jur şi pur şi simplu îţi bagi cracii, ca să zic aşa şi pleci. Nu ai bani de concediu, dar îţi pasă? Are el, şi te ajută, pentru că aveţi nevoie de o deconectare,e timpul să te pui pe primul plan, să va pui pe primul plan şi să faceţi ceva ce vă doriţi. Şi uite-ne cum am plecat în concediu, în ţară desigur, pentru că România e frumoasă.
   Nu credeam că mă pot deconecta 100% de tot ce mă frământă, şi nu am băgat de seama că am făcut-o, decât atunci când m-am întors acasă, Duminică, şi grimasă de tristeţe, frustrare sau nemulţumire mi-a reapărut. Încă nu ştiu ce din viaţă mea mă nemulţumeşte, dar sper să descopăr. Revenind la partea frumoasă, pot spune că Sibiul, cel mic şi cochet cum îl văd eu, este un oraş în care liniştea te prinde din urmă.
    Recomand plimbările prin centru, sau pe străduţele lor pline de turişti şi clădiri cu arhitectură frumoasă, Muzeul satului şi Zoo, sunt şi ele pe lista (admit, nu sunt fană a animalelor în captivitate, însă curiozitatea m-a mânat să merg şi eu la Zoo). Pe seară am fost la Mustache, un bar plin de mustăţi şi umor, este aşa mai hipsterish, dar mi-a plăcut enorm iar dimineţile le petreceam la cafeneaua Hug the mug, care este un fel de Starbucks, dar nu aşa comercial. Turnul cu ceas a fost primul obiectiv vizitat, au mai rămas de vizitat muzeul Brukenthal...ahhh am uitat de mică expoziţie de reptile şi adorabilul magazin de antichităţi, unde parcă m-am revăzut la bunici sau acasă ascultând la combină Abba de pe casetă.

I was wearing Zaful dress, C&A jeans, no name bag, Converse shoes, C&A necklace and hand made colorful necklace, RayBan sunglasses 

My lovely dress from Zaful was the best choice to wear when I've visited the national village museum from Sibiu.

                                    Today's thoughts: “Tradition is a guide and not a jailer.”

You get tired of the daily routine, the same gloomy faces, same gossips, the same questions, same smoked jokes, sick and tired of your or the ones around grievances, you simply want to say fuck it, i'm out, and to leave. No money for holidays, but do you care? He has some economies and he'll help you, because you need a disconnection, it's time to put yourself first,  to put you two first and to do something you want. And look at us, we are on the road already, we'll discover our country, because Romania is beautiful.
   I thought I could't disconnect 100% of all whats bothering me, and I didn't noticed that I did that, until when I returned home Sunday, and the grimace of sadness, frustration or discontent resurfaced me. Still I do not know what displeases me in my life, but I hope to find out. Turning on the bright side, I can say that Sibiu, as small and cozy as I see it, it's a city where silence catches you in the end.
    I recommend the downtown walks, or the streets full of tourists and buildings with beautiful architecture, National Village Museum or the Zoo, are also on the list (I must admit, I'm not a fan of captive animals, but curiosity made me do a ride to the Zoo). For a good wine I recommend Mustache bar, which is full of mustaches and humor, is so hipster-ish, but I liked it enormously, mornings are great to be spent at the Hug Mug Café, which is kind of a Starbucks, but not so commercial. The clock tower was the first target visited, we didn't visit Brukenthal though.. ahhh I forgot the small reptiles exhibition and the adorable antique shop, where I reviewed my grandparents home and also me listening to Abba on a tape cassette home with my family.

In two, cake has fewer calories

   Am ajuns iar în doi, pentru că în doi totul este mai uşor, pentru că în doi, zilele devin mai frumoase şi visele mai mari, şi pentru că în doi prăjitură are mai puţine calorii.
Nu ştiu cum să scap de ce mă frământă, însă el vrea să mă ajute, ca un psiholog îmi pune întrebări, ca un arheolog, îmi sapă în gânduri, ca un prieten mă ascultă când mă văicăresc de una, de alta, ca un iubit îmi propune soluţii şi mă aşteaptă acasă cu un pahar de vin, sau cu o cană de ciocolată caldă pentru că afară plouă.
   El a învăţat repede că ţie îţi place ploaia, ironia face, că şi lui, şi staţi în balcon la lumina lunii şi a lumânării, iar vocea lui Sade, nu face decât să intensifice orice emoţie ia naştere atunci. Melancolici şi cu vise pe care încă nu aveţi curaj să le rostiţi cu voce tare, doar staţi, va aruncaţi priviri încărcate şi vă savuraţi paharul de vin şi poate, uşor îşi mai trece mâna peste piciorul tău, întrebându-te "Eşti bine? Eşti fericită?" cuvinte care cândva ţi-au mai fost adresate, însă acum ştii, ştii exact cum te simţi, nu eşti confuză sau copilă.
    Am fost pentru un timp adepta solitudinii, însă uşor mi-am deschis ochii şi mi-am dat seama că un + unu nu aduce decât un plus vieţii mele. + Un-ul meu este ceea ce-mi lipseşte, chiar dacă încă nu mi-am dat seama, chiar dacă încă mă iau la trânte cu "solitudinea" bine înrădăcinată în mine.

I was wearing, Meli Melo handmade sunglasses, Benvenuti sandals, no name jacket and bag, Atmosphere dress.

Today's thought: "If someone wanted to be with you, after all, they just made it happen."

Again in two, because where are two souls everything is easier, because in two, days become more beautiful and dreams are even bigger, because in two the cake has fewer calories. I do not know how to get rid of what bothers me, but he wants to help me, as a psychologist he asks questions, like an archaeologist, he digs into my thoughts, like a friend he listens to me when I grumble about one or another, like a lover he proposes solutions, and he waits for me at home with a glass of wine or a cup of hot chocolate because it's raining.
   He learned quickly that you like rain, ironically he loves rain too, and you two stay in the balcony in the moonlight and candlelight and Sade's voice intensifies any emotions that are arising. Melancholics and with dreams that yet, you don't have the courage to say it out loud,  you just stay, will throw glances loaded and  enjoy your glass of wine and maybe sometimes he slightly longer pass his hand over your foot, asking "Are you okay? Are you happy?" words that once you have been addressed, but now you know, you know exactly how you feel, you're not confused or child.
    I was a fan of solitude for a while, but I slightly opened my eyes and I realized that a + one brings only a plus to my life.  My + one is what I miss, even if yet I  hadn't realized, even though I still roughhouse with "solitude" firmly rooted in me.

Rosegal shop

Hello awesome people.This post is about my new collaboration with Rosegal, an online shop dedicated to all those who can really appreciate a good price for a comfy dress. :)

I must say that the delivery was fast and great, since DHL, brings the package to your door and you don't have to waste your time at the postal office for hours, most of you know the struggle.

The dress has a nice material, and I love the back of it. Since i'm named shorty, i had to wear a belt to make this dress fit my body, but i think i did a pretty good job. 

I must say that the dress look exactly like on the site, and the quality is good. In my past I had some surprises regarding the packages from other collaborations. So this time I had a nice surprise. 

So far I recommend Rosegal with all my heart. You might have to pay something to the customs, since the package is coming out of UE, but the price is reasonable. 

I was wearing Rosegal dress, no name leather bag, Deichmann shoes, hand made earrings.

 Today's motto: My idea of hell is a girlfriend ringing up and saying, 'Let's go shopping and have cocktails.' I'd rather play cards.

                                             Go wild with Rosegal, they are the real deal! :)

The barefoot running craze

   Bucuria de a alerga desculț prin iarba începe cu dorința de a fi tu însuți fără să-ți pasa de ceilalți, fără sa te simții constrâns de prejudecățile unei societati parvenite. Da-ti jos pantofii cu toc si fii libera, cum mi-a zis cineva intr-o dupamasa torida "sa fiu in locul tau, as alerga descult prin unirii"  si m-am intrebat de ce? Inca nu stiu, dar sfatul ala a fost unul bun, am alergat prin iarba, si textura ierbii m-a facut sa ma simt tanara, vivace, copil, libera si plina de viata.
   Libertatea sta in lucruri mici, insesizabile unora, libertatea de a dormi gol, libertatea de a manca cartofi prajiti in plina cura de slabire, de a strange un om de mana si a-i zice ca si el conteaza, de a da o floare floraresei, de a zambi unui om caruia nici viata nu i-a zambit, libertatea de a veni fara machiaj la munca, de a-ti bea cafeaua singura in parc, libertatea de a alerga gol intr-o seara de iunie la mare.  Libertatea ti-o oferi tu si nimeni altcineva, tu te ingradesti, tu te lasi infuentat, tie iti pasa de opinia altora, tie ti-e frica sa fi tu, sa fi liber. Daca-ti vine sa urli la trecerea de pietoni, urla. Daca iti vine sa desfaci borcanul de castraveti murati in hipermarket, desfa-l, daca iti vine sa razi fara motiv, doar ca esti indragostit, fa-o, nu-ti mai infrana pornirile care nu deranjeaza pe nimeni decat pe tine.
   Daca iti lași fereastra blogului deschisa poti gasi un mesaj de genul: "PS. I really like you!"  mi-a facut ziua excelenta, mesajul. :)

I was wearing Ray Ban sunglasses, no name necklace, Stradivarius overalls, Hand made bag, BBup sandals

Today's motto: "You learn a lot when you're barefoot. The first thing is every step you take is different."

   The barefoot running craze starts with the wish of being yourself, without caring about what other people might think about you, without feeling constrained by prejudices of an upstart society.
Take of your heels and be free, as someone told me on a torrid afternoon "if I would be in your shoes, I would run barefoot in Unirii" and I wondered why did he told me that? I still don't know, but his advice was a good one, I din run barefoot through the grass, and grass texture made me feel young, vivid, child, free and full of life. Freedom consists in small things, unnoticeable to some, the freedom to sleep naked, the freedom to eat fries when you are on a diet, to grab someone's hand, and to let them know they count, to give a flower to the florist girl, to smile to a person to whom not even life had the courage to smile, freedom to go to work with no make up, to drink your coffee alone in a park, freedom to run naked on a beach in a June day.
   Freedom you can offer to you, and nobody else, you're imprisoning yourself when you let yourself be influenced, when you care about what other think about you, you are scared to be you, to be free. If you feel like screaming at the pedestrian crossing, than scream. If you feel like opening the cucumber jar in a supermarket, than open it, if you feel like laughing, without any other reason, apart from being in love, than laugh, do not restrain your impulses, if they don't bother anyone else, but your person.
   If you leave your blog window opened, you might find this:"PS. I really like you!" from the cute guy in your flat,  made my day. :)