Inkmarks On Empty Dreams

The book that I read : D.H. Lawrence – The lost girl   “Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.” DH Lawrence “When they had had tea, quietly and gallantly tete-a-tete in his drawing-room, he asked her if she would like to see the other rooms of the house.  She thanked him, and he showed her the substantial oak dining-room, and the little room with medical works and a revolving chair, which he called his study:  then the kitchen and the pantry, the housekeeper looking askance; then upstairs to his bedroom, which was very fine with old mahogany tall-boys and silver candle-sticks on the dressing-table, and brushes with green ivory backs, and a hygienic white bed and straw mats:  then the visitors’ bedroom corresponding, with its old satin-wood furniture and cream-coloured chairs with large, pale-blue cushions, and a pale carpet with reddish wreaths.  Very nice, lovel...

             Odată ce ai pătruns în centrul fiinţei tale, nu mai eşti niciodată la fel ca înainte. Atunci viaţa ta va fi doar iubire. Atunci vei ajunge să trăieşti în iubire, să fii iubire. -Osho        “To conquer others is to have power. To conquer yourself is to know the way.” Stateam nemiscata, cugetand, privind intr-un punct fix, in timp ce aerul racoros dupa o ploaie de vara, patrunde pe fereastra si il respir adanc in piept. Sunt atat de putine momente de introspectie sufleteasca, umana , intrinseca, intima cu sine, incat parca atunci ma pierd in neantul interior ce pare un abis necunoscut, fara sfarsit plin de sine si totusi atat de gol. Da, goala, asa m am simtit intr-o relatie ciudata si apasatoare, cu mai multe tristeti si neimpliniri decat clipe ori firimituri de fericire aparenta, dar au trecut si m-au schimbat profund si incet incet mi-am revenit, niciodata nu voi mai fi cea de ieri, cea de acum un an, sunt cea de acum, unica, originala si doar eu, aparte in felul meu. ...

“Viata este ca o cutie de bomboane de ciocolata……Niciodata nu stii ce urmeaza sa primesti…”.Forrest Gump Viata mea este frumoasa pentru ca existi tu un ea.   Printre zeci de campuri am pornit spre cu atata dor si iubire spre tine, Printre ape, pe sosele, pe linii de fier, prin aer am intalnit un vis implinit, Atatea emotii m au surprins si incet, incet ma apropiam de realitate, de tine, Cate fericire m-a cuprins in ochii tai, cata iubire m-a tulburat in bratele tale iubite, Nu mi pot lua gandul de la tine…   Fiecare sentiment implinit staruie necontenit in tandretea pielii tale, Fiecare senzatie ce mi staruie in suflet denota suavitatea ce o emani, Fiecare atingere pasionala, tulburatoare a moliciunii buzelor tale, Fiecare discutie a vorbelor nerostite dintre sufletele noastre distinge suveranitatea iubirii Ce farmeca prin sublimul unicitatii, splendorii si frumusetii fara seaman Dragoste, incredere, sinceritate…….de atat e nevoie sa fim noi Sa putem infrange orice vant strain...

  Chapter 1 : Tara’s dream   She walked the dark path for a long time. There was no moon, there was no sun and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. She was dressed in a white robe with nothing underneath and her midnight hair was spread upon her shoulders and she seemed to walk the path to the Valley of the Shadows of Death. A deafening silence surrounded her being with none to have conversation with, but her shadow. She couldn’t see on what she steps or where she goes to. She could only feel the cold sweat overwhelming her body. Suddenly, a blinding light blurred her sight and she thought she may be hit by a train. But, the shining light vanished as fast as it appeared. No train ever came, nor another light, but an image hard to imagine or understand.     She saw two bodies curved in the form of the fish and bound together. At a closer look, they were sowed together by their fingertips and toes. It was a man and a woman that were pinned with big spikes to the wa...

“Poate ca pentru lume esti o singura persona, dar pentru o anumita persoana, esti intreaga lume.”  Gabriel Garcia Marquez Perhaps it’s the perfume of your skin…… Perhaps it’s the shining flicker in your eyes….. Perhaps it’s in the touch of your hand…. Perhaps it’s in the smoothness of your lips….. Perhaps it’s in the vibration of your soul…… That whispers to mine…. Words of sweet love, words of wild passion Pure words of honesty, words of trust…. That burn illusion into reality I love you…. I breathe you… I want you…more and more each day   Sin of my skin Truth of my fantasy When wild passions devour secret desires And make them come true Within breathless vibrations of emotions Within endless sensations of creation This love – becomes our own creation Burning our hearts into an endless swirl of eternity As universe stopped for a moment - our moment of infinity   “Cea mai buna dovada a dragostei este increderea.”  James Joyce Ar fi minunat daca noi, oamenii am avea sufletele “...

Imi doresc sa fiu momentul de fericire eterna al sufletului tau…………si tu, paradisul sufletului meu. Pe masura cu trecerea timpului, realizez ca fiecare om are o stea norocoasa, pe parcursul vietii o poate intalnii la momentul potrivit sau nepotrivit, alaturi de persoana nepotrivita, sau alaturi de persoana potrivita. Dacă ar avea suflet, steaua norocoasa s-ar ruga, sunt sigura, să pice în mâinile ei la cel mai bun moment, adică la acel moment în care amprenta emoţională a acesteia din urmă este optimă pentru ceea ce are ea de oferit. Steaua norocoasa impreuna cu dragostea implinita cantaresc foarte mult in fericirea omului. Daca nu e una, e alta, imi ve-ti spune ca, norocul si destinul ni-l contstuim singuri, dar si dragostea “ne-o facem” cu mana noastra. Eu nu cred asta, cred ca daca se intampla ambele la momentul, locul si cu persoana potrivita inseamana implinire si fericire deplina, atunci si doar atunci! Avem o voluptate in a ne ascunde sentimentele, ceva de speriat. Ne este teama...

  De ce oare in fiecare epoca, cu fiecare oranduire politica, sociala si de stat omul cauta mariri prin diverse forme si minimalizeaza dragostea? In antichitate exista o mare discrepanta intre clasele sociale si credinta in divinitati obscure, si lupta pentru putere a defaimat insasi existenta umana prin existenta sclavilor si a gladiatorilor, iar in comunism, prin colectivizare li s-a luat oamenilor pentru ce au muncit o viata : pamantul, nu degeaba in acea perioada a aparut si romanul “Ion”, unde apare discrepanta dintre “glasul pamantului” si “glasul iubirii”….iar intr-un final, desi alesese pamantul, ajunge la crima din cauza iubirii neimplinite. Iar iubirea era privita doar ca pe ceva fizic. Ar trebui sa invatam mai mult din mitologia orientala si spiritualitatea lor, precum si felul de a interpreta si trai iubirea. Pentru ca intr-un fel anume, Europa, a “murdarit “ iubirea mai ales in Evul Mediu Intunecat. De-a lungul intregii sale istorii, omenirea a cautat frumusetea, puterea, ...