18th of November, Train: Northampton-London
November rain and busy London. Train full of people reading newspapers. A British obsession for rumors and safety.
Voices all around. Young, old. Kids laughing.
I close my eyes and enjoy the simple feeling of being present.
Euston Station
A few hours in search of urban cuteness.
The commercial face of Christmas on the other side of every window.
And many people rushing around.
The intensive smell of coffee and expensive perfumes.
French people looking for the perfect breakfast in English patisseries.
Coldness, fog and rain.

Music and street performances.
London is alive, has a pulse.
London is the right place to be at my age.
London, Madrid, Cluj..

The urban gigantism.
The official cover of the city. Serious, grey and sober buildings.
Parliament, ministries, huge cathedral, large streets and lots of semaphores.
And the disappointing Buckingham palace. Small and far from the promised elegance.

And somewhere there the small lovely streets. Bohemian hidden corners. Waves of incredibly beautiful people. I could look at them for hours, wandering. Catching pieces of conversations.
That caressing accent.
Long loud silence into the eyes of lonely strangers.
Clumsy boys in costumes and elegant men in hoodies.
Finally the metro sound and the underground world I’ve missed so much.
And Subcarpați at the end of that journey.

One day in London and the first in UK, as I always imagined it has to be…


22 of October

Closing my eyes I  wake up in Madrid, La Tabacalera
One year ago in a rainny day
Dark lonely streets and my tired feet keeping a monoton rhythm
An open door and a gentle light coming from the inside
Music and walls all in colors
Small corridors leading to the underground

Two beautiful black eyes staring at the pictures
Looking at him I have fallen under an inexplicable spell
Admiration and a pure form of human love

From that day he became the perfection I wanted to reach
The chance I felt I had to take to dig deeper into the society I have always been in love with
He was the part of Spain I needed to know, understand and embrace

Beautiful heart of his has proven I was right from the very beginning,
Just from the first sight
A warm feeling and an entire collection of deep thoughts
A special human being to share more than trivialities of everyday life
But, in the end, there is no eternity in things nor permanency in people…

Thank you!

First Romanian escape

Cluj-Napoca – Sighisoara

Two Australians waiting for the train
“Are you travelling alone”
“Yes, yes I do, and I love it”
Nice talk, warm goodbye

The jeans jacked reminding me the day trips near Madrid
I found the hills of Aranjuez, the forests of El Escorial, the small streets of Cervantes’ city in its pockets.
A nostalgic smile
A closed door behind

Train sound, heart beating fast
Sichisoara’s small streets warmed by the sun of March
A lot of secret places
A lot of colors
One delightful day to let yourself seduced by the enchanting lullaby of the roads