In the rhythm of sweat under hot lasers brushing broken glass on a dance floor - Bucharest. Mango pulp between my toes, every footprint is a fiesta - Panama City.
My refreshed e-presence calls for inner resetting and restructuring. Some changes are easy, others are not... To celebrate humanness, which this renewed website is all about, let me begin with
"It isn't sad," a poet had said, "that she doesn't remember me, it is sad that I remember her." Memory blesses and curses ... for a while, and then it
The birth of change is in the discomfort, in reaction to force to do that difficult thing: accept what is. The mightiest change is the accommodation to reality. The soul
We are all slaves of yesterday, my friend. Choices are laid before us as our preferences, tastes, conditionings, hatreds, they are engraved in us by our society's violence, stupidity and
How could I not be in love with that pungent trace she scorched into my heart? I'll be an angel to the devil if that makes her what she must be.
What are your hours and years flowing for? You stay in the office late, you rarely lay down in the grass all day enjoying the sky's blueness. Photo: Ljubica Vojnovic
I am fed up with hyperactive minds and pretentious faces, hands unconsciously waving and eyes in the clouds, feet uncomfortable on Earth, crossed and unstable, skin starving touch, covered by
I don't have a dream. The dream I intuit is bigger than anything I could ever have. The dream has me. Embracing this fact gives me a sense of sequence, an intuition of
It is all about story ... When a day enriches my story, when it clarifies or suffocates it, when it strengthens or crushes it, forcing me to be authentic, accessible,