Despre mine, cea buna si rea...

Anna - Fly Away From Here

2012-01-25T23:00:00.000+02:00

Aerosmith - Fly Away From Here

Gotta find a way

Yeah, I can't wait another day

And nothin' gonna change

If we stay around here

Gotta do what it takes

Cause all in our hands,

We all make mistakes, yeah

But it's never too late to start again

Take another breath

And say another prayer

Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Yeah, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here
Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere
Won't let time pass us by
We'll just fly

If this life
Gets any harder now
It ain't no nevermind
You got me by your side
And anytime you want

Yeah, we can catch a train and find a better place
Yeah, cause we won't let nothin' or no one keep gettin' us down
Maybe you and I
Could pack our bags and hit the sky

Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Yeah, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here
Our hopes and dreams are out there somewhere
Won't let time pass us by
We'll just fly

Do you see a bluer sky now
You can have a better life now
Open your eyes
Cause no one here can ever stop us
They can try but we won't let them
No way

Maybe you and I
Could pack our bags and say goodbye

Then fly away from here
Anywhere
Honey, I don't care
We'll just fly away from here

Our hope and dreams are out there somewhere
Fly away from here
Yeah, anywhere
Honey, I don't, I don't, I don't care

Photographer:me

Model: Anna

Location: Muddy Volcanoes - Romania

weekend...end

2012-01-16T00:08:00.000+02:00

friday:

1.i finished the presentation
2. i laughed
3. i finally met my mom

Saturday:

1. i ate shushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
2. i ate choco with liquor
3. I received presents >:) <:)
4. i edited pics
5. i slept
6. i watched my fav tv series

Sunday:

1. i ate icecream
2. i've met my lovely friends, had a nice talk, it felt soo good
3. i look at my pictures, when i suddenly realized how much i miss:

"Nu te intalnesti decat o singura data cu un lucru mare, intr-adevar mare. Pe urma intamplarile nu au nici o importanta.[...]nu mai schimba nimic. Nu mai sunt transparente, nu mai vezi prin ele dincolo.[...]Cu o asemenea dragoste nu te intalnesti decat o singura data in viata.[...]Sta in putinta noastra sa realizam acest miracol. Dar ne dam seama prea tarziu de el, ne dam intotdeauna seama prea tarziu..." (M.Eliade - "nunta in cer")

wednesday...thursday

2012-01-13T00:08:00.003+02:00

middle of the week:
1. we are making baby steps
2. went to the doctor - the signs are good, hoping for the best
3. i laugh a lot

today:
1. thanks god for my friends
2. i learned new stuffy for my work
3. i played basketball with my lovely guys
4. one of them triggered a nasty reply to the world inside my little head - see the letter attached below

Dear you, yah, you over there!!!

I want to ask you why? Why your mind is so complex that you enjoy picking stockish dolls. Because my simple mind is amazed. I just cannot stop staring and wondering how all you look alike. I mean, on everyone's neck it is an invisible tattoo with the serial number from the stock where you just popped. Isn't just sooo awesome, to wear same clothes like the others, to spent more than half a day looking in a mirror and to dream only at fashion and fancy clubs, to live in world with look-oriented perspective? isn't just cool to see your girlfriend/boyfriend in every person in the streets?

I am asking all of this questions because i think your life is so amazing, so...entertaining, with a lots of stories to tell.
Looking back at my life, from the haute couture collection of the creator, i realize that mine, in comparison with yours, is soo boring. it's so meaningless not to spent more than an hour per day in front of a mirror, not to go an the mall everyday, not to go in fancy clubs every weekend, not to spend all of my money on clothes.
I mean, going to mountains,snowboarding, playing bball/voleyball, taking pictures, meeting people same as dull as you are, listening to quality music, talking about philosophy, reading books, having more than an ear-ring, having a fancy haircut, dressing different than you, acting like a stupid child when love is involved in equation, acting crazy sometimes, must be so boring. I really do not wish to have such an amazing life like yours, because my simple mind and soul, my fluffiness also is not able to stand for what you have.

But i forgot the reason for your happiness and for judging people like me. Usually, the human nature is sooo lazy that is always running for the simple things. I mean, a doll like me cannot be handled that easy. So, i dare you not to pick haute-couture dolls (guys/girls) like me. you may risk an extremely boring life like ours and your amazing and complex one would be ruined if you get involved with an awesome, beautiful, sexy, smart and not giving a fuck anymore doll.

From an humble, boring and narrow-minded person!

Monday ... Tuesday...

2012-01-10T23:08:00.001+02:00

What can i say? Awesome week start:

1.Super mega cool thing that i did on Monday, for the first time in the last 3-4 months: i played basketball. I can't believe i did that... sweeeet, it was so, but with small pains- my leg is not fully recovered, but honestly now - i think it will never be the same- so, the good part is that i'll start doing my favorite things AGAIN, but with moderation.

2.i ate chocolate :P

3.i've met new people (cute guy also :P)

4.i played basketball :D, oh i've mentioned that :D

But today:

1. i did a new thing in my life: i ate seafood: mussels - quite good with a Chinese food mix :P

2.Also, for the first time this year: icecreeeeaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmm

3.Today I socialized in the new Jeg, with my curly friend- wonderful time spent together :P

4.i stared at the cute guy...just stared :))

5.i used my creativity :D

6. I finished reading a book written by my favorite author - more to come

7.felt good - overall

The Muddy Volcanoes: unique in Europe

2012-01-09T00:13:00.001+02:00

First time when i got there...part 1:

*All rights reserved
Photographer:me

Lazy day

2012-01-08T23:02:00.000+02:00

Today I lazed, in the old fashion way:housekeeping, sleeping, watching my favorite TV-series, edited almost all the pictures from "into the wild photoshooting" and it felt damn good.

And the day ends with a nice warm or hot bubblebath, and maybe with a new post on my blog.

Cheers ;)

P.s: i need more of these to recharge my bloody batteries

Different approach...

2012-01-07T22:19:00.002+02:00

Well, because a new year has come, i should get a fresh start.
For the 2012's resolution i wrote down many thoughts like what i should change, improve, forget about or what to grab, to wish for. But for everything, the small steps are required, if i want to change the world :P...

Why?

Because last year i lost so many things, like my friends, my happiness, my self-esteem, i quite lost myself. So, I am not a crybaby, it doesn't define me.
Thanks to special people in my life, as i promised, i want to change. To become a better person. I'll hide the mirrors in order to reveal the true image of myself.

I always loved Einstein, for his (meta)physical perspective on life - the relativistic principle of causality. As a result, yesterday two of my lovely friends gave me some advice, one verbally and another (even she doesn't know that - it just came perfect with my plans) with: http://www.financiarul.ro/2011/11/19/3-descoperiri-ale-fizicii-cuantice-cu-impact-major-asupra-vietii-noastre/

It's futile to repeat what others said about the human mind and its powers. As a result, as i promised, everyday I'll keep a "journal" with small good things that made my day cooler, brighter. But I'll keep in mind the following:

Use words that encourage happiness.

Try one new thing every day.

Start spending time with the right people.

Start being honest with yourself about everything.

Start making your own happiness a priority.

Start being yourself, genuinely and proudly.

Start facing your problems head on.

So starting from today, i'll write down good stuff that made my day brighter:

1. I ate my favorite cookie:chocolate chip brownies

2. I slept for almost 4h -hell of a beauty sleep, it felt so fucking good

3. I cleaned my room - i was drooling at my mountain gear : can't hardly wait to use it

4. I watched a lots of episodes from my favorite TV show - droll at those gorgeous dudes

5. I spoke with my friends.

6. I edited a few pics with my cool models from last year's shootings.

And i feel peace...

My christmas wishlist...

2011-12-25T01:15:00.002+02:00

Santa baby,

I've been an awful good girl, so this year we'll try a different approach. You know exactly what i want, besides usual camera stuff : 70-300mm, inspiration and a lot of prizes, health - for me, my family and everyone i know, and time to get my life back (mountain trips, climbing, sport, etc.) , i want peace and love (in a mutual way) like a true love story...

And for my friends, please bring them what they wish for.

So Santa sweetie, I'll wait for you dear, just hurry down the chimney tonight.

Yours beloved.

Eartha Kitt - Santa baby

Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be oh, so good,
If you'd check off my Christmas list,

Santa honey, I wanna yacht,
And really that's not a lot,
I've been an angel all year,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.

Come and trim my Christmas tree,
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's,
I really do believe in you,
Let's see if you believe in me,

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, A ring.
I don't mean on the phone,
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight,
Hurry down the chimney tonight

Photos were taken by: Luca, Cristina and Dragos

A ROCKtale...

2011-11-28T00:11:00.003+02:00

Marilyn Manson - The Nobodies

Today I'm dirty
And I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies

When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty
Wanted to be pretty
I know now that I'm forever dirt

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead

They'll know just who we are

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed

We are the nobodies

Wanna be somebodies

Today I'm dirty
And I want to be pretty
Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt

When we're dead

They'll know just who we are

Yesterday I was dirty

Wanted to be pretty

I know now that I'm forever dirt

Puked up and down in morbid faith

You should have seen the ratings that day

Some children died the other day
We fed machines and then we prayed

Puked up and down in morbid faith
You should have seen the ratings that day

We are the nobodies
Wanna be somebodies
When we're dead
They'll know just who we are

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Model: Crisa
Huge 10x to 4K's team: Catalin, Andreea, Ionut, Catalina, Gabi

Whatever, i'm free...

2011-09-25T23:29:00.003+03:00

Oasis - Whatever

I'm free to be whatever I
Whatever I choose
And I'll sing the blues if I want
I'm free to say whatever I
Whatever I like
If it's wrong or right it's alright

Always seems to me

You always see what people want you to see

How long's it gonna be

Before we get on the bus

And cause no fuss

Get a grip on yourself

It don't cost much

Free to be whatever you

Whatever you say

If it comes my way it's alright

You're free to be wherever you

Wherever you please
You can shoot the breeze if you want

I'm free to be whatever I

Whatever I choose

And I'll sing the blues if I want

Here in my mind

You know you might find

Something that you

You thought you once knew

But now it's all gone

And you know it's no fun

Yeah I know it's no fun

Oh I know it's no fun

Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright
Whatever you do
Whatever you say
Yeah I know it's alright

Photographer: me

Model : Cristina B.

Photo reportage: Auschwitz-Birkenau Part II

2011-09-18T11:05:00.002+03:00

"Arbeit macht frei"(HEGEL)

And the rest is silence....

Photographer: me

Tools: Canon EOS 5D Mk ii + 16-35 mm & 24-105mm lenses

Photo reportage: Auschwitz-Birkenau Part I

2011-09-07T15:47:00.002+03:00

"The one who does not remember history is bound to live through it again" (George Santayana)

Photographer: me

Tools: Canon EOS 5D Mk ii + 16-35 mm & 24-105mm lenses

Viata pe un peron...

2011-06-24T13:00:00.003+03:00

Calatoria nu inseamna sa ajungi la o destinatie anume, ci modul in care ajungi la ea...
Trenuri sunt multe, dar doar unul sau doua pot fi cu adevarat importante, in rest, doar niste trenuri care iti creeaza aparenta si iti deschid apetitul pentru a exista.

Stai si cauti pe harta nodurile feroviare si rutele cele mai scurte, dar oare asta-i ceea ce-ti doresti cu adevarat?

Dupa ce ai ajuns acolo, iti dai seama ca nu-i exact locul pe care-l visai... Vroiai mai mult... Sau poate ca visul tau nu era prea detaliat, iar acum esti fericit...Pentru ca ai asteptat cuminte trenul in gara.
Dar se pare ca daca astepti ceva, riscul dezamagirii creste exponential, pentru ca iti canalizezi toate eforturile in procesul de asteptare... si obosesti. Dar aici intervine elementul imprevizibil, variabila aleatoare: timpul.

Si incepi sa-i platesti vama...

...poate ca toata lumea traieste intr-o gara de tranzit, fara sa-si dea seama..

Viaţa însăşi e o stare de tranzit între naştere şi moarte... un peron unde te zbaţi să ocupi un loc într-un tren... eşti fericit că ai prins un loc la clasa I sau la fereastră... altul e necăjit că a rămas în picioare pe culoar... alţii nu reuşesc să se prindă nici de scări, rămân pe peron să aştepte următorul tren...

Şi fiecare uită, poate, un singur lucru... că trenurile astea nu duc nicăieri... cel care a ocupat un loc la fereastră este, fără să ştie, egal cu cel care stă în picioare pe culoar şi cu cel care vine abia cu următorul tren... în cele din urmă se vor întâlni toţi undeva, într-un deşert, unde chiar sinele se transformă în nisip... în loc să se uite în jur, oamenii se îmbulzesc, se calcă în picioare, îşi dau ghionturi...

Fetito, trenul a sosit, a tras la peron. Incotro doresti sa mearga? Spre care dintre visurile tale? Si cine doresti sa fie pasagerii?

Si te impiedici...

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Model: Crisa
Quotations: Octavian Paler- "Viata pe un peron"

No more war...

2011-06-15T23:02:00.004+03:00

Guns'n'Roses - Civil War

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding

Look at the fear we're feeding

Look at the lives we're leading

The way we've always done before

My hands are tied

The billions shift from side to side

And the wars go on with brainwashed pride

For the love of God and our human rights

And all these things are swept aside

By bloody hands time can't deny

And are washed away by your genocide

And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband

When they shot the man

Who said "Peace could last forever"

And in my first memories

They shot Kennedy

I went numb when I learned to see

So I never fell for Vietnam

We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all

That you can't trust freedom

When it's not in your hands

When everybody's fightin'

For their promised land

And

I don't need your civil war

It feeds the rich while it buries the poor

Your power hungry sellin' soldiers

In a human grocery store

Ain't that fresh

I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look at the world we're killing

The way we've always done before

Look in the doubt we've wallowed

Look at the leaders we've followed

Look at the lies we've swallowed

And I don't want to hear no more

...

Photographer:me
Model: Elizabeth Nelson (1st pic), Cristina Burduja
Place: Osijek, Croatia

Politica noastra...

2011-05-30T01:19:00.001+03:00

Si pentru ca traim in Romania! Si pentru ca nu imi stiu drepturile...Si pentru ca imi place sa votez...cu cine? Nici eu nu stiu. Dar ce conteaza, mita sa iasa!

Implant pentru refuz - Voteaza

Cetateni!
Toti ne nastem goi, uzi si infometati
Dar unii dintre noi se nasc mai infometati
Asa ca, veniti sa ii votati!

Desi tu crezi ca asta-i un defect
Trebuie sa ti-o spun pe fata, direct
Fac orice sa ajung deputat
Dau oricit pentru un loc cald in senat

Deci cind promit nici nu clipesc
Ma uit la tine zimbesc, te vrajesc
Pensiile nu va ajung...am sa le cresc
Salariile...am sa le maresc

Am sa aduc investitori
Si am sa ma lupt cu mafiotii
In 6 luni de zile
Am sa prind toti hotii

Am sa dau bani pentru cultura

Invatamint, sanatate, agricultura

Voteaza !

Voteaza-ma pe mine !

Voteaza-ma acum !

Acum, puneti camasa cea mai buna

Acum, du-te la primul centru cu urne

Acum, ia buletinul de vot intr-o mana

Acum, trage perdeaua, intra-n cabina

Ciupeste-te, da-ti palme

Sa nu fi in transa

Si cauta bine, bine, bine

Pana intri in rezonanta

Si cind ai sa vezi Implant Pentru Refuz

Pune stampila - Zbeng!!!

Sa nu fii confuz!

Acum sint putin cam slab, e adevarat

Dar cu ajutorul tau am sa ma ingras

Promit sa nu-ti provoc nici o deceptie

N-am sa lipsesc de la nici o receptie

Doar afaceri grele ma vor retine

Credite, afise, tigari, combine

Tu trebuie sa ma intelegi

Fac toate astea pentu tine

Asa ca voteaza-ma pe mine

Sistemul ne ajuta

pentru ca noi l-am creat

La fel cum acum dosarul meu zace curat

Liertatea e mare? da' pentru noi si mai mare

Toata tara fura, noi furam cel mai tare

Nu ne dam in vint dupa doctrine

Pentru posturi facem alianta cu oricine

Doctrina si idealurile sint pentru tine

Asa ca voteaza-ma pe mine

Vot, vot, vot...

*All rights reserved
Photographer:me
Models: Studio -f64, BandaFoto's contest

Hora...

2011-05-02T00:54:00.005+03:00

"A noua porunca: Binecuvanteaza ocazia de a-ti apartine in intregime. Singuratatea e o tarfa care nu te invinuieste ca esti egoist.(OP)"

Iar eu ii sunt matroana...

M-ai impins in hora, desi eu nu mai vroiam. Imi amintesc de prima oara, primul joc inocent in care m-am bagat inconstienta, de altfel, in speranta ca ma voi distra si voi fi fericita.

Nu credeam ca nu am sa cunosc fericirea, desi speram. A fost frumos, m-ai invartit, m-ai jucat, pana cand a inceput ploaia si ne-am udat, talpile imi alunecau pe noroiul ce l-ai presarat in calea mea, dar nu am renuntat. Mi-ai zis ca nu-i de mine, ca am timp. Te-am urat pentru asta, ai fost totul pentru mine. Dar m-ai invatat sa nu mai judec oamenii fara a le acorda o a doua sansa, m-ai invatat sa visez si sa sper, sa traiesc intens fiecare clipa, sa fiu eu.

Asta credeam atunci...

Fii linistit nu am sa te uit, jocule, vreodata. Atunci am reusit sa ies, cu greu, obosisem, intr-adevar nu era de mine.

Timpul a trecut, am crescut, desi priveam lumea cu aceiasi ochi inocenti, mai vroiam o hora, pentru ca imi place sa dansez... Dansul este imprevizibil, hora, desi are circularitatea ei specifica, poate fi atat de diferita. Totul se rezuma in fata actorilor ei: capul este tinut sus, spatele-i drept, mintea-i agera, picioarele-s ingreunate de bocanci. Invaluita de mireasma tineretii, nesatula de pofta de a descoperi, de a ma definii, tu m-ai ademenit intr-un alt joc, parea diferit de celalalt, parea mai haotic, unic. Si, pentru ca nu m-am putut abtine, ti-am acceptat invitatia.

M-ai luat de mana, m-ai tras in invaltoarea lui, m-ai aruncat de la un jucator la altul, m-ai invartit, m-ai ametit, si, datoritat intensitatii lui, eram sa cad, dar doar m-am impiedicat. Si pentru ca asa-i jocul, fara oprire, nu ai cutezat sa nu ma calci in incercarea mea sovaitoare de a ma ridica. In timpul jumbuslucurilor tale, facute ca la carte, ca un saltimbanc de la curtea celui mai aprig rege, mi-ai aruncat praf in ochi si m-ai tavalit in mocirla, in zapada amestecata cu praf si noroi, calcata fara ezitare de bocancii de plumb ai lor. Mi-ai luat atunci mici bucatele din unicitatea existentei mele, m-ai indoit si m-ai golit de mine. Dar nu am renuntat, pentru ca nu imi place sa pierd fara a lupta pana la capat. M-am ridicat, tu ai continuat hora, dar va uitati la mine de parca as fi fost ciumata, de pe o alta lume, diferita de cea a mediocricitatii voastre. Ati incercat sa ma mintiti, ca asa-i jocul, chiar ati incercat sa imi construiti o imagine de sine distorsionata, pictata in nuante de gri, invaluita in paranoia si in lasitate. Mi-ati furat cele mai bune intentii si mi-ati ucis nonconformismul, vroiati sa ma damnati a trai intr-o lume robotizata, cu actori scosi din cutie, animati de un singur papusar, limitat in timp si spatiu, in gandire. Dar parca hora era unica?

Dragul meu, te-ai inselat, din pacate nu ai stiut cu cine ai de a face, ai avut norocul doar de a profita de sensibilitatea fiintei umane in fata horei. Actorii tai nu ma vor putea tine niciodata intr-un joc care nu ma defineste, si nu-mi pune in valoare spiritualitatea deja scindata, carpita si dezgolita. Ca atare, dintr-o izbucnire malefica alimentata de constientizarea starii si situatiei in care ma aflam, v-am rupt legatura, si am iesit. Am reusit sa ies din joc, si mi-am jurat ca nu am sa ma mai las ademenita vreodata. Lingandu-mi ranile, am stat in coltul meu si am observat, am constientizat si am judecat fiecare actiune in parte. Am luat fiecare schema a jocului si i-am analizat defectele, dar si punctele forte, am sucit-o, am indoit-o si am mototolit-o pe toate partile, doar de a-i deslusi secretul. Se pare ca nu am stiut si nu stiu sa privesc intregul.

Desi, ma pretind a fi peste conditia umana, peste oamenii din pestera lui Platon, tot nu am reusit sa imi rup lanturile in care mi-au legat ultima farama de spiritualitate, si mi-am incalcat promisiunile.

Aud o melodie, un cantec al ochilor negrii, pare cunoscut. Stau si ascult, si ceva din ea ma cheama, ma cheama sa alunec si sa plutesc pe ritmu-i alert, dar totodata lent, ma cheama la joc. Ratiunea imi urla, imi cearta fiinta, imi spune sa nu mai fac asta. Dar fiinta-i surda, nu o aude, face ceea ce-i dicteaza simtirea.

" O puneţi că un concert se poate relua de la capăt le cîte ori vrei. Nu e adevărat. De fiecare dată nu e întocmai acelaşi concert. E ceva schimbat.Ceva, infim poate, schimbat în tine însuţi. Discul e acelaşi, dar tu nu mai eşti acelaşi dinainte. Eşti altul, mereu altul. Şi astfel, dacă asculţi toată viaţa acelaşi concert, de fapt asculţi mereu alte concerte.(OP)"

Acordurile ciupite din inima ma imbata si ma transpun intr-o stare de transcendenta, o transcendenta rationala. Deja imi diagnostic simptomele, incerc sa-mi constientizez starea. Nu sunt eu. Nu sunt eu cea care se impiedica de cuvinte, isi calca in picioare incognitiv rationamentul si isi murdareste orgoliul. Diagnosticul e mai mult decat evident. Am intrat in joc...

De ce, nici eu nu stiu?Inima imi bate tare, acum. Dar sufletul e intre doua stari, stau sa ma intreb in ce parte se va inclina balanta?

Acum pot spune ca ma identific cu personajele dlui Paler. Sunt o mixtura omogena intre femeia de la pravalie, profesorul, imblanzitorul de cobre... Vreau sa tip, dar ma vei musca, astept, dar timpul nu ma asteapta, trenul pleaca eu raman, sau eu plec trenul ramane. Nici eu nu mai stiu ce vreau, nu sunt sigura ca vreau ceva in schimb, sau poate ca ceea ce vreau eu nu o sa se intample vreodata. Imi tot rasuna in minte o chestiune, pot spune ca a devenit o obsesie, si anume:

    "Hotarat lucru, ceea ce nu traim la timp, nu mai traim niciodata. (OP)"

Si vreau sa ma grabesc, nu mai am timp sa-i cer timpului timp.
In schimb, in prostia-mi fatadica si efemera ce-mi violeaza imaginea si comportamentul, in spatele meu, calaul ranjeste malefic si inocent in timp ce isi ascute lama in lumina neonului, asteptand, ca un leu ce isi asteapta prada, ca eu sa fac o miscare, o miscare proasta si inconstienta de fel. Si cel mai probabil am sa o fac pentru ca incerc sa obtin ceea ce vreau, dar din pacate ca un copil.

    " A ucide nu e totuna cu a asasina. Nu orice moarte umple mâinile de sânge şi nu orice victimă poate fi pusă pe seama acelei fatalităţi tragice pe care trebuie s-o înfrunte omul de câte ori se revoltă. (OP) "

Ritmul asta-i ciudat, simt ca mi-a schimbat fiinta... Zambetul meu...

    " A cincea poruncă: Să nu uiţi că orice aşteptare e provizorie, chiar dacă durează toată viaţa. (OP) "

M-am plictisit...de lumea care sa grabeste sa traiasca, la figurat. Pentru ca sunt dezgoliti de orice sentiment si de spiritualitate. Este o lume goala si monotona, robotizata care nu se sfieste in a stereotipiza si in a blama originalitatea.

    "Una din prejudecăţile lumii noastre este nevoia de a pune etichete, de a clasifica totul; oamenilor li se pare că au şi înţeles ceea ce au clasat. "(OP)

Poate asa ma vei intelege.

Retezat National Park- Trip report

2011-04-16T14:58:00.002+03:00

Another amazing trip: Retezat National Park, december 2009.

We camped at Pietrele's lodge, and for 4 days we crossed the mountain's paths.

Retazat is the oldest Romanian national park, it was established in 1935 and it has the highest number of mountain peaks over 2,000m in Romania (over 20) and more than 80 glacial lakes.

We thought we had reached the Peleaga's Peak, which is the highest one in the Retezat Mountain (2,509 m), but we were wrong due to fog and blizzard...

We also tried to climb the Retezat peak...

In Retezat mountains you can find the largest glacial lake in Romania, Bucura with a surface of 8.8 ha. And also, you can camp here, at Bucura's shelter.

Another big one is Gales Lake.

Again, all the roads lead home...
And the train was full of crazy people...

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me

Models: Pasi Marunti.

Parang Mountains - trip report

2011-03-29T00:21:00.002+03:00

I will present you one of the wonders of nature... The most funniest Fairytale ever in the mountains written in 2009...

Main characters: A5(Luin, Iamandi, Ana B, Ana, Claudia, Ancuta and me) and Parang Mt.

This beautiful mountains are located in Southern Carpathians and they are one of the highest mountain ridges in Romania and Southern Carpathians, with its highest peak Parângu Mare reaching 2,519 m.

The Parang Mountains also boast over 22 major glacier lakes and over 20 smaller lakes and ponds. and a well-developed network of marked trails.

Just because it rained all day...

What bored people do...

After two days we headed to Refugiul Agatat (eng. Hooked shelter)...

After all, all roads lead home....

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me, Claudia (for the pics: 1,11,15,16) and Luin (for the pics: 13,14)

Commemoration of the dead

2011-03-20T11:54:00.000+02:00

Harald Kloser - The Day After Tomorrow

Few images, prayers, candles in the wind, sadness, hopes...For Japan.

My spirit thanks Mrs. Oana Pelea for the initiative...

*All rights reserved
Photographer:me
The best that i could get without a tripod...

Malaiesti Lodge, Bucegi Mountains

2011-03-12T01:36:00.002+02:00

It's been a while since i wrote a RT (also called trip report). So, for this year, I will start with my birthday party ( along with my friends from Anotimpul5: Alex, George, Azrael), held at Malaiesti lodge, from Bucegi Mountains.
I originally wanted to stay home, because I felt ill and tired... But, what the fuck, once per year is my birthday...
So, we left the city earlier than others, and traveled by car.
About 9 we arrived at Gura Diham Lodge and we prepared for the trail...

The weather was more than fain...

And we stopped for an hour at Diham Lodge, where we found, besides tea, the cute, lazy and fluffy doggy:

At noon we left the lodge. I was sooo moodless, I wanted to sleep on the trail, because from that point to Malaiesti, we had about 4h to walk, in the woods...BOOORING :))

Finally we arrived. I was soo tired, but I couldn't sleep, because it was damn cold in the lodge... Night was quite short, we went to sleep at 1am :D, theoretically...

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Model: Sandu

666mph

2011-03-02T00:42:00.003+02:00

My life is running with 666mph...

I wish I could have told it to STOP, I need to be remaining here a little bit more, to enjoy the youth, the ride...

100000 feelings and thoughts are running to my head, to my heart, I feel empty...but I still keep on searching, searching for something that I, probably, never had... And I officially gave up, it's worthless...

You were there...

What I want, is to become better, to be above the world, all,wild ...Don't kill the child, just set it free...

I hurry up...why? You'll never be able to understand, to understand me, and the things that I would like to share, to you, to this lousy world...

I give too much...

Cold bitch...

Warm soul...

Touch...

Passion...

Betrayal...

Look...

Seaside...

Mountains...

Tent...

You...me...us...

Fire...

Highway...

CMOS...

Passion...

Begone!...

Letters...

Pictures...

Words...

List...

Expectations...

Disappointments...

Solitude...

Sadness...

Redundancy...

Fear...

Compromise...

Courage...

Nonconformist...

Forgotten, left behind...

So I say START...
And...don't judge me and hate me, because you ain't me...
Now, for those about to suck, we shall fuck you...

Just breathe and feel the love...

Fade, need to fade, passion is overrated anyway...
Shame, such a shame, I kind of lost myself today...

Say hello to the other part...

Country side effect...Part II

2011-02-20T14:54:00.012+02:00

The pictures below were taken somewhere in Maramures, Romania in December 2009.

Subcarpati Original sampla`

Rodnei Mountains National Park:

The potter's house:

At Barsana Monastery:

Photographer:me

In your room...

2011-02-13T11:36:00.002+02:00

in your room-depeche mode

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here

In your favorite darkness

Your favorite half-light

Your favorite consciousness

Your favorite slave

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here

Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here

Your favorite innocence
Your favorite prize
Your favorite smile
Your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here

Your favorite passion
Your favorite game
Your favorite mirror
Your favorite slave

I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Photographer: me

Location: F64 Studio, contest organized by BANDA FOTO

Models: Alex, Ana, Andra

...

2011-02-06T22:13:00.006+02:00

Pleaca...
Dar te vei uita in urma ta? Nu...

Fugi....lipsa curajului iti va feri sufletul, oricum nu are rost.

Saruta clipa,transpune-te in ochii ei si traieste-o...consuma-ti dragostea de trecut si simte prezentul, pentru ca viitorul deja va fi trecut...

Nu...

Traieste clipa...caci:

Traim prea repede pentru a putea percepe lucrurile in esenta lor pentru a le pune in evidenta precaritatea. Precipitarea noastra le postuleaza si le deformeaza, le creeaza si le desfigureaza , ne leaga de ele.

Viseaza, dar nu-ti imagina!

Iubeste!
Degeaba...

Regizeaza dar nu te astepta, pentru ca nu vei stii cand se va derula caseta...

Zambeste, pentru ca buzele-ti saruta lacrima...

Soseaua, drumul catre cer, stelele, neantul...iti apartin in totalitate...

Puritatea, naivitatea...

Respira adanc...uita-te in fata ta, pune-ti castile...
Arunca-ti geaca pe umeri, si mergi de parca lumea-i a ta, si dupa tine...potopul...

Oricum ce conteaza? Oamenii sunt meniti uitarii...te uita, te uita cum deja te-au uitat...

Dar acolo, la coltul strazii, te asteapta sa mergeti impreuna, pe cai separate, doar prietenia si simtirile v-au adus setea de a fi...undeva...in viata, impreuna, voi acei cativa.

Pana acum te-ai mintit, sau nu ai realizat...oricum ce conteaza? E prea tarziu...nu le pasa...Te judeca si te condamna??

Distanta...
Mereu masori distanta, este asa de importanta? De ce mereu imi spui ca tu esti acolo si eu aici, pentru ca ne limitam...

Ce-i distanta?
Nu stiu,poate ca necunoscutul...
Iti e frica, d-aia fugi...pleaca...

Timpul,durata? E invarianta fata de noi, daca ii vei vrea sa-i cauti cheia...

Sortiti unor forme degradate de intelepciune, bolnavi ai duratei [...] , luptand cu timpul, suntem alcatuiti din elemente ce fac din noi niste rebeli sfasiati intre o chemare mistica lipsita de orice legatura cu istoria si un vis sangeros care-i este simbol si nimb.

Ai sa reusesti, deja iti stii menirea, te-ai resemnat!

Si ma voi fi dus departe....
Si numai eu voi fi stiut ce-i acolo...nu ai sa intelegi....

Si esti fraier sa crezi ca nu exista soarta si destin...
Daca nu ti se intampla, inseamna ca nu-ti este predestinat...scopul...il cauti, eu il gasesc.

... Ar fi inspaimantator sa crezi ca din tot acest cosmos atat de armonios, desavarsit si egal cu sine, numai viata omului se petrece la intamplare, numai destinul lui nu are niciun sens...

O sa vezi cand...
Acum e prea tarziu, iti voi fi spus...asteapta.

Country side effect...Part I

2011-01-30T13:55:00.002+02:00

I spent one day faraway from Bucharest, somewhere at Izvoarele, next to Valenii de Munte, on Teleajen River Valley...

Look at the old chair...

And please take your shoes off and step inside...

Because here are your memories...

Your remorse, your loneliness ...

Your failures, your disappointments...

Try to look outside yourself...

And start questioning your life...

Mixing the good and bad into a dark, flavored and hot coffee...

And after all, sit back and relax... and feel the love....

Because the happiness is what matters most...

And don't forget to capture every moment of your life...

Enjoy!

Tools: Canon EOS 5D Mark II

Models: Andra T, Anita, Dani, Maria, Andra S, Jelly, Georgi and me

Photographer: me

Postare atipica...

2011-01-22T22:24:00.001+02:00

Intru in cursa pentru ultima 100 de metri...
Sunt intr-o competitie acerba, cu mine insami, cu lumea-ntreaga...Sunt precum 1minute fly...

Cel mai trist este atunci cand lumea se imparte la 2, si nu ma refer la lumea plina de dragoste, romantism, frectii de genul, ci la lumea formata din doua elemente. Un element plin de viata, cu sangele fierband in vene si dornic de escapade, de libertate, de a oferi si de a primi iubire, de a fi inconjurat de cei numiti prieteni si un al doilea element format din circuite logice, fizice, dar care se afla intr-o stransa corelatie cu primul....Dar din pacate, e limitata...

De ce asa si nu altfel?
Pentru ca asa trebuie, asa am ales, dar totusi?...
Am un termen foarte limitat de a implementa "to do list-ul", pentru ca voi pleca departe...Pacat ca multe din task-urile musculitei nu le pot bifa si eu...De ce?

Simplu....
Nu totul depinde de o persoana...de tine insuti...

Oricum ce conteaza....

Se spune ca atunci cand nu dormi pentru un interval mai mare de timp, ai tendinta sa gandesti foarte...rational, realistic...vezi lumea obiectiv....Si ce vad? Nepasare, singuratate, plictiseala, tristete, egoism, ura, rautate, un zambet, bunatate, apreciere, ajutor, luminite, suflet, diferita...da, eu, tu...

Ai incercat pentru o clipa sa ridici capul din pamant?

Ti-ai lasat pentru o clipa egoismul sa doarma?

Ai avut curaj sa iti exprimi sentimentele?

De ce te ascunzi, ca un copil fricos?

Am vreo noima? Nu cred...
Stau sa ma intreb de ce dracu scriu toate tampeniile...Ah da, probabil ca ma simt al dracului de dezamagita...Dar in schimb, va multumesc, voua...cei care imi urmariti aceasta bucata din viata, mica, insignificanta, dar cea mai importanta...
Va multumesc...

Cred ca putin mai mult somn nu strica...

Trag linie...scriu...astept...sa bifez...

E ca in bancu' ala: cu ai cu cine, ai cu ce, dar de ce...?

Sun flower's romance...

2011-01-14T23:45:00.006+02:00

SECRET GARDEN - Nocturne

Now let the day
Just slip away

So the dark night
May watch over you
Nocturne

Though darkness lay
It will give way

When the dark night
Delivers the day

Nocturne....

Models: Miky&Razvan

Photographer: me

1000..00 thnx for the camera, my dear Razvan

Rock'n'roll queen

2011-01-08T00:13:00.001+02:00

The Subways - Rock'n'roll Queen

You are, the sun

You are the only one,

My heart is blue,

My heart is blue for you

Be my, Be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen.

You are the sun,

You are the only one,

You are so cold,

You are so rock and roll

Be my, Be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, Be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, be my

Be my little rock and roll queen

You are the sun,

You are the only one,

You are so cold,

It's all so rock and roll!

Be my, Be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, Be my,

Be my little rock and roll queen

Be my, be my

Be my little rock and roll queen

Photographer: me

Model: Ioana

100000 thx to 4K's team

Trag linie....

2010-12-28T01:20:00.007+02:00

Pledoaria nu se incheie aici....

Ciudat - Luna Amara

E ciudat sa-mi amintesc
Cum fugeam odata
Lumea nu era la fel
La fel de ciudata

Rasfoiesc prin albumul prafuit de amintiri, triste, vesele, ciudate, crescute din iubire si sperante, idei si imaginatie. Retrospectiva este clara, viata mea, s-a scindat ciudat in mai multe planuri, dar am reusit, cat de cat sa conturez, cu greu, unul, poate doua...
Totul pare asa de vechi, un morman de nimicuri, pentru altii...Le-as da foc, asa cum ele mi-au ars sufletul...

Dar le pastrez in raftul cu amintiri...
O traiesc pe Eva, pentru a nu stiu cata oara...O urasc, dar de data aceasta nu-i vina mea...
Si sterg praful, am tras linie peste naivitatea de a crede ca unii oameni sunt speciali...ca nu-s ca majoritatea, ca nu te folosesc...Ce copila-s...Chirila spunea bine : "lumea asta moarta va-ncerca sa-ti fure dragostea..."
Un lucru-i cert, refugiul meu sentimental, de fapt, lumea mea o gasesc acolo, in CMOS-urile vietii mele, nu am sa va las sa-mi-o luati!
Tic, tic, tic....Confund timpul, sau doar il caut...?

Odata cu el imi caut si inocenta, si sufletul dat...departe...degeaba... L-as distruge ce-i drept, l-as da inapoi, dar deja ii platesc vama...Timpule da-mi timp...
Dar nu-i nimic...nimic, ha, ce notiune simpla, dar atat de profunda...Cate sensuri ii gasesc, cate prioritati ii acord, si cate atributii...
Ma uit in oglinda, imi zambesc, imi zic, asa, cu nepasare, o nepasare indusa, "Eh, a mai trecut un an..." Zambesc, sincer, fals, doar asta-i induce in eroare, trag linie...

Si uite asa a mai trecut un an....

E ciudat sa nu mai fiu
Plin de nepasare
Lumea se va stinge-ncet
Plina de uitare

Singura, in lumea mea, cateodata vreau sa transced catre o alta lume...incerc, dar totusi, ceva acolo ma tine, in colivia mea de aur....Macar sunteti acolo...Voi, cei vechi si cei noi, minunati, din viata mea...
Si ma spal pe maini, intr-un lighean cu apa pietrificata, ma spal de pacatul de a crede in ei...de pacatul de a deschide cutia Pandorei...

E ciudat, totul...E ciudat sa coexisti diferit, sa fi cu un pas inaintea gandurilor altora, sa-i simti. E ciudat sa stii adevarul, chiar daca ei incearca sa te minta sau sa se ascunda...E ciudat sa-l simti...Si da, ma simt al dracului de bine ca sunt speciala, si da, imi place sa cred ca sunt cea mai frumoasa femeie din orasul acesta, al deziluziilor eterne, capitala lumii mele...Si ma uit in urma...

Si trag linie...

Vine timpul tau
E ciudat cat de usor
Am uitat sa spun
Totul mi-e indiferent
Poate sunt nebun

Da, acum e doar inceputul teancurilor de merite....totul conturat la 21Mp...detalii fine, contraste puternice...Am reusit ceva, dar vreau mai mult, vreau sa-mi rup lanturile si sa ies din pestera, dar de data aceasta va fi altfel....
M-am schimbat, intr-o aura de narcisism exacerbat si ura...Acum totu-i despre mine, exclusiv....la dracu!

Mori timpule trecut, te astept dragule....sunt aici!Dar nu asa cum ma stii...

E ciudat sa-mi doresc
Sa-ti vorbesc
E ciudat sa nu fiu ca tine
Nu crezi nu crezi nu crezi
Ca esti ciudat
Mai ciudat decat mine?!

Trag linie, punct si ...de la capat....

*All rights reserved
Photographers: me & Alex Bulai (self-portraits)

aaa

2010-12-26T23:29:00.001+02:00

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh damned aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh cursed aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh eva aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh mind aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh soul ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..............................off.

P.s: keyboard's demon....i am so fucking hate you....yes eat my shorts.....i've said fuck....

My Christmas wishlist....

2010-12-24T12:27:00.006+02:00

Urma - Wishlist

Letter to Santa,

      Dear Santa is been a while since i have been thinking about you...
     What i wish for this Christmas, besides Canon stuff like 16-35mm and studio lights, is peace, a lot of peace, love. And this time I want it for real, not a simple twist of faith, that caused me a little mind blowing...
      Next year I want to spend more time with my friends, to feel their love and, also I wish all the best for them. So...more and more mountain trips, climbing stuff and parties.
     Have I mentioned about the Canon stuff?? Oh, please, do not forget about one of the most important things in my life: inspiration. My biggest dream is to became a verrrrrrryyyy goooood photographer, so please, please give me more inspiration, and good luck :D, because it is the only thing that makes me happy...besides love.

The other stuff that i want:

a little room for you and me
a better way for me to be
the silver ring on my left hand
a child to give a bit of sense

a little rush to warm the blood
some piece of mind for me to hold
a day of rest to cool the brakes
a meaning for my damn mistakes

well...it's taking too long
and it's taking me all
it's taking too much...
so i blame...lack of touch
the touch of my best friend

a silent nest to hear myself
on way to love my gods again
your smile to keep the trouble out
a friend to reach when i am down

a dear mother waiting home
the coffee flavor, down the hall
few simple words "you're great
you bring me joy with all you make.."

well... it's taking too long
guess we're dreaming alone
and it's taking too much
so i blame... lack of touch...
the touch of my best friend

So...Dear Santa, please don't forget about me, because I was a good child...Til next year, warm hugs!

With love, Valky Nyah Nyah

Autumn feelings...

2010-12-16T12:02:00.003+02:00

Chris Daughtry - September

How the time passed away, all the trouble that we gave

And all those days we spent out by the lake

Has it all gone to waste? All the promises we made

One by one they vanish just the same

Of all the things I still remember

Summer's never looked the same

The years go by and time just seems to fly

But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain

Nothing to lose but everything to gain

Reflecting now on how things could've been

It was worth it in the end

Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear

So we made our way by finding what was real

Now the days are so long that summer's moving on

We reach for something that's already gone, yeah

Of all the things I still remember

Summer's never looked the same

The years go by and time just seems to fly

But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain

Nothing to lose but everything to gain

Reflecting now on how things could've been

It was worth it in the end

Yeah, we knew we had to leave this town

But we never knew when

And we never knew how

We would end up here the way we are

Yeah, we knew we had to leave this town

But we never knew when

And we never knew how

Never knew how

Of all the things I still remember

Summer's never looked the same

The years go by and time just seems to fly

But the memories remain

In the middle of September we'd still play out in the rain

Nothing to lose but everything to gain

Reflecting now on how things could've been

It was worth it in the end

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Model: Ioana A.

Fasten your seat-belts....

2010-11-28T18:57:00.002+02:00

Lenny Kravitz - Fly away

I wish that I could fly

Into the sky

So very high

Just like a dragonfly

I'd fly above the trees

Over the seas in all degrees

To anywhere I please

Oh I want to get away

I want to fly away

Yeah yeah yeah

Let's go and see the stars

The Milky Way or even Mars

Where they could just be ours

Let's fade into the sun

Let your spirit fly

For we are one

Just for a little fun

Oh, oh, oh yeah !

I got to get away
Girl I got to get away
Oh oh oh yeah

I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah with you yeah yeah
Oh Yeah !

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Edit: me
Models: Razvan & Alexandra

The blower's daughter....

2010-11-16T12:09:00.003+02:00

Damien Rice-The blower's daughter

And so it is

Just like you said it would be

Life goes easy on me

Most of the time

And so it is

The shorter story

No love, no glory

No hero in her skies

I can't take my eyes off you

I can't take my eyes...

And so it is

Just like you said it should be

We'll both forget the breeze

Most of the time

And so it is

The colder water

The blower's daughter

The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off you

I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?

Did I say that I want to

Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off you

I can't take my mind...

My mind...my mind...

'Til I find somebody new...

Photographer:me

Models: Miky and Razvan

10x Razvan for the camera

Caves from Romania ...

2010-11-09T01:20:00.002+02:00

the moody blues - To Extremes

Pestera Ursilor:

Pestera Muierii/ Woman's Cave :

Pestera Polovragi/ Polovragi Cave :

*All rights reserved
Photographer:me

Dissolved girl

2010-10-18T01:18:00.002+03:00

Massive Attack - Dissolved Girl

Shame, such a shame

I think I kind of lost myself again

Day, yesterday

Really should be leaving but I stay

Say, say my name

I need a little love to ease the pain

It's easy to remember when it came

'Cause it feels like I've been

I've been here before

You are not my savior

But I still don't go

Fade, made to fade

Passion's overrated anyway

Say, say my name

I need a little love to ease the pain

It's easy to remember when it came

I feel live something

That I've done before

I could fake it

But I still want more, oh.

*All rights reserved
Photographer:me
Models: my lovely friends Crisa & Razvan

summer's almost gone

2010-10-11T11:25:00.004+03:00

the doors - summer's almost gone

Summer's almost gone
Summer's almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it's almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer's gone?

Morning found us calmly unaware

Noon burned gold into our hair

At night, we swam the Laughing sea

When summer's gone

Where will we be

Morning found us calmly unaware

Noon burned gold into our hair

At night, we swam the Laughing sea

When summer's gone

Where will we be

Summer's almost gone

We had some good times

But they're gone

The winter's comin' on

Summer's almost gone

will be faraway...

*All rights reserved
Photographer me

Very old pics, Canon S3IS

Din categoria: pentru prima oara....

2010-10-05T23:26:00.002+03:00

Din categoria prima oara: photoshooting cu lumini de studio+ model + nikon +... + concurs castigat (de amploare) + .. +...

Ei bine, totul a inceput cu un mail trimis de catre Epson, in care mi se ofera sansa sa ma inscriu, prin intermediul blogului/ paginii personale , la un concurs foto cu tema Portret intr-un studio amenajat :D :D. M-am inscris, cu speranta de a fi contactata, si, spre stupoarea mea, am fost programata... ( fericire extrema, nu am mai putut sa dorm de nerabdare toata noaptea si ma gandeam la n-spe mii de cadre, incecam sa-mi imaginez cum o sa fie, ce o sa pozez, pe cine... ca atare am chemat-o pe Crisa pe post de model).
Ajungem acolo, eu bineinteles, cu capul in nori, uitasem sa iau datele persoanei de contact din mail-ul primit, daar ne-am descurcat :P. Cautam standul Epson... lume multa, o groaza de aparate foto Nikon...uuu D3x...uuu lumini... Si nu aveam voie sa-mi folosesc iubitu', deh e Canon...panica! Dupa ce mi-a cazut putintel cerul in cap pentru faptul ca eu nu stiam sa folosesc un nikon, mai ales unul profi, am inceput sa respir adanc, sa ma resemnez... Daaar, noroc cu organizatorii care au avut o mare contributie la destinderea atmosferei prin caldura si sfaturile oferite :) ... Fac cunostinta cu cei de pe acolo (yeey inca 2 canon-isti ... :)) ) si incepem distractia...

Urmeaza incalzirea...

O pun pe biata fata sa se ciufuleasca, incerc sa ma acomodez cu modelul, si, bineinteles sa-mi intru in ritm ( de obicei ideile imi vin dupa o juma de ora de tras cadre...)

Mai radem putin (uite un stol de rame calatoare...)

Dupa care trecem la lucruri serioase, dar nu inainte de a muri bateria la camera foto... ca de obicei, altfel nu as fi eu...

Si cum bineinteles nu eram obijnuita cu nomenclatura D3x-ului, respectiv D300-ului, unele cadre au iesit miscate/prost focalizate :((

Si incep sa dau directive...

Dupa instructiuni de genul : fii sexy, etc. etc + rasetele de rigoare...

Si de abia acum incepe adevarata distractie... Implicit fotografiile imi descriu statrea de spirit, respectiv atitudinea...

Viziunea mea asupra camerei: Cum... functioneaza?????

Asa? :))

AA...m-am prins...cat de cat :))

So...LET'S DO IT!!!!!!

Daaar stai, mai am idei...!? Uof, timpul a expirat...

Si astept sa imi prelucrez pozna, nu inainte de a alege una din cele n-spe mii de cadre :)) Greu, greu... Norocul meu a fost ca era ora de inchidere si ca am avut permisiunea sa trimit poznele via e-mail...muha ha ha ha....
Si hai cu selectia... dupa ce am evauat pozele de muulte ori, cu un gol in stomac si nu cu prea mari sperante, le-am trimis...
Dar eram si sunt fericita... pentru mine a fost o experienta de neuitat, am facut ceea ce imi place cel mai mult, am invatat lucruri noi, am folosit pentru prima oara lumini de studio, am cunoscut oameni noi...

And so it is...

Luni, 4 octombrie, prima zi de facultate ("yeey") + decernarea premiilor. Initial nu vroiam sa ma duc, daar am fost convinsa...Ajungem acolo, ma uitam dupa pozna mea... nu o gaseam...de vreo trei ori am cautat-o..Eh, e oki,se mai intampla...am crezut ca nu au printat-o...( ce fraiera sunt....:)) ).

Dupa ce ne-au inghetat nasurile, a inceput si festivitatea. Dl. Francisc Vaida anunta castigatorul imprimantei Epson... saraca imprimanta :)) :))... dupa care premiul Nikon... dupa care premiul 4K ce consta intr-o sesiune de 1 zi la un studio profi + invitatie la un workshop foto :D :D :D :D....i wish that!!!

Si dupa un mic discurs imi aud numele.... ha ha ha... nu credeam... imi venea sa topai de nebuna p'acolo...dar... m-am abtinut...:P...al 9 -lea cer era prea jos pentru mine....

Si inca topai si astept cu nerabdare sesiunea si workshop=ul.... Daar, imi caut zen-ul... inspiratia.... So...Any ideas?:D, caci vreau sa profit la maxim de sansa acordata...

Fotografiile participante pot fi văzute la adresa: http://www.fotografu.ro/epson/

Photographer: me

Model: Alexandra

Astept feedback-uri....

Rustica Puella

2010-09-30T11:00:00.002+03:00

Corvus Corax - Rustica Puella

Exiit diluculo

rustica puella

cum grege, cum baculo,

cum lana novella.

Sunt in grege parvulo

ovis et astella,

vitula cum vitulo,

caper et capella

Conspexit in cespite

"Quid tu facis, domine?"

scolarem sedere

"Veni mecum ludere!"

Sunt in grege parvulo

ovis et astella,

vitula cum vitulo,

caper et capella.

Conspexit in cespite

scolarem sedere

"Quid tu facis, domine?"

Veni mecum ludere!"

Photographer: me

Model: Luchiana

Tools: Canon EOS 450D + 18-55mm

Trying to fly...

2010-09-25T01:05:00.003+03:00

Foo Fighters - A320

There is a place I'd love to go

Strangers takin' me there

I dream about the day I learn to fly

I'm afraid of aeroplanes

Even though I like the way

It feels to be a person in the sky

It's alright

and it's good

this time

I look out and on the ground

really don't believe it

gravity can pull me from this height

One day we'll come crashing down

What will I do

Never had a chance to say goodbye

Close my eyes and hope that it's

a real smooth flight

this time

Close my eyes and hope that it's

a real smooth flight

And it's good

this time

I look down and on the ground

I look out, we're going down

Photographer: me

Model: Blue-green eyed girl, Alexandra & Marius T.

Tools: Canon EOS 5D Mark ii

Return to innocence

2010-09-21T14:20:00.001+03:00

Enigma - Return to Innocence

That's not the beginning of the end

That's the return to yourself

The return to innocence

Love - Devotion

Feeling - Emotion

Love - Devotion

Feeling - Emotion

Don't be afraid to be weak

Don't be too proud to be strong

Just look into your heart my friend

That will be the return to yourself

The return to innocence

If you want, then start to laugh

If you must, then start to cry

Be yourself don't hide

Just believe in destiny

Don't care what people say

Just follow your own way

Don't give up and use the chance

To return to innocence

That's not the beginning of the end

That's the return to yourself

The return to innocence

Don't care what people say

Follow just your own way

Don't give up, don't give up

To return, to return to innocence.

If you want then laugh

If you must then cry

Be yourself don't hide

Just believe in destiny.

And the time will stop for you, for us... Will feel love.

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Models: me & my lovely friends Cristina, Crisa, Anna, Mada & Smi
Tools: Canon S3IS, Canon EOS 450D, Canon EOS 5D Mark ii

Soul's weight

2010-09-15T13:02:00.013+03:00

Rustin Parr - Lost Souls

How much does a soul weigh?...

Some people say 7 pounds...

Yours...?

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me

The end...

2010-09-08T23:59:00.008+03:00

I'm sick of me, of the old me...I'm not a loser, I'm a winner...This is how it supposed to be...I just want me. This time the universe will be mine, he will do whatever i want to...

So...

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

After all, the end is the man best friend...All things come to an end...Everything has an end, everything has to end somewhere.

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

I just wanted to live my never-ending story, made with sweet dreams, love and trust... Useless. So, this is the end of my expectations, I shall build another ones...

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

I broke this picture, i chased away my dreams...
This is the end of my spirit's journey. He rested here for a while, believing that he finally found happiness, love, harmony...But he's wrong, he found just wisdom... A great treasure, I'd say... But this is not enough...he just wants to be free, free to love, to feel, to scream, to laugh to hate... free to do anything. He wants to share his selfishness in two. As a result, every end has a beginning...

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

My innocence, apparently was killed, you took it away, but I'm waiting for the summer rain, she'll wash away my pain, my bad thoughts, my love... Let the storm begin, feel my wrath... The last feeling of madness, paranoia. My life is too short to be like that...

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

All I wanted was... I found what I was searching for, but it was too good to be true, is all in my head...I hate this.

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

I was caught by some feelings, by lust, purity, innocence, by the temptation of being with you... I'm poisoned again...

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

Go there...but don't kill my soul, my dreams, my hopes...

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

I don't want to look in the past anymore, because i'll miss the essence of life. What's done is done, i'll leave it alone, i won't regret it...

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

I just wanted to make you smile, to make me smile...

This is the end

I'll leave this place, I'll go faraway from you, faraway from here, into a place that you can't find me... faraway from everything. Because this time is all about me... All I want is to be alone for a while, to discover myself, because it hurt too much...I've suffered enough...Loneliness is my only confident now... I just don't wanna lose you, because is too good to be true...

This is the end of myself, I'll give birth to a new me, same old new me... I won't look back, there's a single today, the rest, is past... I shall go with the wind...

I found my happiness provider, i won't let it go...

*All rights reserved
Photographers: me for the pics 3,4,5
Darius C. for the 1st picture
Alex B. for pictures 6,7
All the pics are edited by me

In Piatra Craiului pornit-am iara...

2010-09-04T16:45:00.003+03:00

Pentru ca jegul de Bucuresti era si este prea plictisitor, ne-am mobilizat intr-o miscare de rezistenta si am pornit cu Pasi Marunti pentru a n-sprezecea oara inspre muntele meu de suflet, Craiul...
Am plecat de vineri dupa-amiaza din Bucuresti, cu popas de cateva ore prin Ploiesti, dupa care am ponit la drum catre Brasov, Andra, Fofix si, bineinteles eu, cu viteza melcului turbat...
Pe la 8 seara, am ajuns la Fantana lui Botorog, unde ne asteptau Cristi si Varu'.Catinel, catinel am inceput sa urcam, unii mai cu teama de intuneric, altii cu chef de vorba...
Si cum imi place sa fac chestii pentru prima oara, de data asta am mers pe traseu noaptea, in padure, in Crai, fara frontala... A fost superb, nu mai vazusem asa ceva, din pacate nu am avut timp sa fac pozne, pentru ca cineva manca pamantul...:) si din pacate, graba mi-a cauzat ditamai ranile la calcai...
Pe la ora 10 ajungem la Curmi, eu, bineinteles, facand un popas la refugiul salvamont pentru bandajare, dat cu tinctura de iod...

Suntem intampinati de Garfield-ul mioritic aka Bufnitoaia, de Sirra, de Cretzu', Mari si Ioana. Unii papa m&m, altii un ardei gras, altii o zacusca... Ne intindem la un pahar de vorba, mai o Unirea cu Cola, mai un ras...un foc de tabara...stele...un oftat adanc, un zambet pierdut...
Punem ceasul sa sune, ne trezim la 7.30. Unii se grabesc tare sa-si traiasca viata,au ceasul tatuat pe retina, inghitim cu noduri, mancam la repezeala, si pornim catre Turnuri, eu mai greu, ranile s-au accentuat...
Piatra Mare in zare...

Ioana se pregateste sa-si infrunte frica de inaltime...

Andra sta cuminte-n iarba...

Fof se gandeste la nemurirea sufletului...sau...

Mari flirteaza cu iubitu'...:))

Si urmam, in continuare, bulinutza rosie...

Din categoria in jurul meu se lasa ceata groasa....norisorii ce pluteau deasupra noastra nu prea pareau prietenosi, dar in schimb, mi-au gadilat ochii si incalzit sufletelul....

Si inaintam cu pasi marunti, mai saltareti...mai tematori...fiecare dupa posibilitati...

Ciobanasului ii place sus la munte...Si lui Cretz :P

Iar eu aleg sa raman singura pe creasta, nu puteam sa merg, ma dureau ingrozitor de tare ranile...
La Refugiul Ascutit, ni se face o surpriza...Coiotu' si Jeleu au venit dupa noi...Multumesc baieti (mai ales lui Coiotu) pentru ca m-ati asteptat...

Dupa o comuniune foarte stransa cu natura, cu gandurile mele, am ajuns la Vf. La Om...Priveam in neant, iar mintea si sufletul meu fugeau departe...departe.
Am vrut sa renunt...dar mi-am amintit ca eu nu sunt asa, intotdeauna am luptat...cum sa o fac tocmai acum??
Mereu ma intreb de ce, ce caut eu aici...iar raspunsul il voi gasi mereu in tine, in floarea ta de colt, in fiecare colt de iarba al existentei tale, in fiecare adiere, nor, raza de soare...

Am avut, pentru o clipa, lumea la picioarele mele...
Continuu...
Am ajuns la Grind 2, seara se lasa, norii vin tot mai aproape, mai mai sa ne mangaie...

Nici caprele negre, care de fapt sunt maro, nu se lasa mai prejos...:D

Salutam craiasa noptii...

Disparem in noapte....

Si ne inghesuim in refugiu...doar 5 dintre noi aleg sa doarma la cort...dar nu pentru mult timp, caci natura s-a gandit sa ne faca poze, folosind un blitz al naibii de puternic...Si ca sa fie sesiunea foto cat mai reusita si inedita, s-a gandit sa ne ude putin, putin mai mult si sa foloseasca efecte sonore speciale...ca sa intram in the mood...:))

Dupa o noapte furtunoasa, si la propriu si la figurat, ne trezim initial la ora 5, planul fiind sa strabatem poteca nebanuita a crestei sudice,zic nebanuita pentru ca de fiecare data cand vreau sa merg pe ea ploua, ca atare, nu am vazut-o...:)) sadic...
Daar, ne calmam repede si ne trezim pe la 8...

Pentru unii, pare-se ca noaptea a fost..lunga :))

Ne uitam in stanga si in dreapta, infulecam ceva si pornim la drum.

Poza de semigrup...si coboram.

Plecam, nu inainte de a ne lua la revederere, si-i promitem Craiului ca ne intoarcem la el, cat mai curand...

Per ansamblu a fost o tura interesanta, am invatat multe, printre care sa ma despart de durerea fizica si sa ma focusez asupra chestiunilor cu adevarat importante la acel moment, sa nu renunt... Si, in afara de asta, am avut parte de multe lucruri pentru prima oara: mi-am adus iubitu' pe creasta Craiului (a atarnat cam greu la gatul meu), am mers pe noapte fara frontale si ne-a prins furtuna pe creasta , noroc ca nu a fost pe timp de zi...

ironie sau ironic?

2010-08-27T10:28:00.001+03:00

Nisipul imi mangaie pielea...

Vantul adie lin...

Marea se uita la mine cu ochi verzi invaluiti in nuante de maro si pe alocuri de albastru, patrunzator...ma pierd in ea...ma simt fericita.

Sau confund...?

Dar vantul imi aduce-aminte ca fericirea-i efemera, ca lumina unei lumanari, nu exista practic...bate mai tare, imi rascoleste sufletul, vreau sa ploua...

Ploua...ma linistesc...

Mi-a luat tot...

Iar pierd, si ma intreb cu ce am gresit...

Dar nu-i nimic, pentru ca marea a fost,este si va fi dragostea mea, macar ea nu va pleca, odata cu vantul...Va fi acolo, cand o caut, ma va primi mereu cu bratele deschise si cu atingeri racoritoare, ma va purta in neant...

E ironic, stiu...

Pentru ca mereu raman cu marea-n suflet si cu scoica mea...cu o scoica cu povesti uitate, scrise de un suflet ratacit si singur mereu, care din cand in cand crede ca a gasit marcajul ce duce spre varf sau refugiu...

Se inseala, nu stie sa se orienteze probabil...si-a pierdut candva busola, sau poate ca nu a avut-o niciodata...

Si pun scoica intr-un raft, prafuit cu deziluzii, vise, sperante...inca astept.

Si ma voi fi pierdut intr-o culoare...

Nu renunt...

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me
Tools: 1st pic Canon S3IS, 2nd and 3rd Canon EOS MK ii+closeup lenses

Pale blue eyes

2010-08-21T11:55:00.002+03:00

Sometimes I feel so happy,

Sometimes I feel so sad.

Sometimes I feel so happy,

But mostly you just make me mad.

Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Thought of you as my mountain top,

Thought of you as my peak.

Thought of you as everything,

I've had but couldn't keep.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,

I'd put you in the mirror,

I put in front of me.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Skip a life completely.

Stuff it in a cup.

She said, Money is like us in time,

It lies, but can't stand up.

Down for you is up."

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

It was good what we did yesterday.

And I'd do it once again.

The fact that you are married,

Only proves, you're my best friend.

But it's truly, truly a sin.

Linger on, your pale blue eyes.

Cry with a smile....

2010-08-17T12:40:00.005+03:00

Cry with a smile
My heart is bleeding
Bewildered I'm here alone

Why is there pain in beautiful moment?
Why do I feel so lost, so empty?

Cry with a smile
My heart is healing
From pain I knew that would come
Why is there luck in a deeply sad moment?
Why do I feel so calm, so peaceful?

Take my heart and set it free
Take my heart and give it time to heal
I know in my memories you'll alive

Take my heart a little while
Take it with you to the place you'll go
I know we will meet again some day

Cry with a smile
My heart was dreaming
Of time I knew would come to an end
Why do I cry about a beautiful memory?
Why do I feel so hurt, so lonely?

Take my heart and set it free
Take my heart and give it time to heal
I know in my memories you'll alive

Take my heart a little while
Take it with you to the place you'll go
I know we will meet again some day

Photographer:me

Model: Maria M. (great model)

Tools: canon 450d, canon 18-55mm, filters :Uv+PL

Nu am ce face...

2010-08-09T01:28:00.001+03:00

Ora 1.12 am, locatia Ploiesti.

Nu am somn, dupa o saptamana plina de furtuni, inundatii spirituale mi-am cautat refugiul in grotele umanitatii. Am fugit de lume, intr-o escapada mica la tara, undeva prin vest, cu un pumn de prieteni...
Si sunt pe drum, ma gandesc la tine, la mine, la tine copilul din mine....

Da, sunt un copil prost, care se bucura la o bomboana mucegaita...Si ce daca? E bomboana mea, glazurata cu praf de iubire, cu umplutura de ura, zambete si facuta din speranta. Tu mi-ai dat-o..de la altii.

Rad...
Plang...
Oftez...

Trec mai departe, si iar...

Ma uit in zare, privesc in gol, imi vorbiti, va aud, dar sunt departe...Multumesc, promit ca invat! Ma descurc, abia astept...Va iubesc.

Imi e frica, dar lupt! VREAU!

De ce?
Nici eu nu mai stiu, a murit...Credeam ca ai reinviat, dar m-am inselat....O resuscitare va rog....mai am 1 minut...Rigor Mortis...? O eternitate...

Sper...
Visez...
Urasc!

Te astept...
Pleaca... De ce?

Vin acum, vrei? Nu, mai bine lasa...

Astept, inca!

Ce? Nici eu nu mai stiu....

Never stop Rocking

2010-08-02T12:46:00.001+03:00

"De mic copil – cu asta am crescut "

(in memoriam...)

Sunt tanar, Doamna, vinul ma stie pe de rost
si ochiul sclav imi cara fecioarele prin sange,
cum as putea intoarce copilul care-am fost
cand carne-mi infloreste si doar uitarea plange.

Sunt tanar, Doamna, lucruri am asezat destul
ca sa pricep caderea din somn spre echilibru,
dar bulgari de lumina dac-as manca, satul
nu m-as incape inca in pielea mea de tigru.

Sunt tanar, Doamna, tanar cu spatele frumos

si vreau drept hrana lapte din sfarcuri de cometa,

sa-mi creasca ceru-n suflet si stele in os

si sa dezmint zapada pierdut in piureta.

Sunt tanar, Doamna, inca aripile ma tin

chiar de ating pamantul pe aproape cu genunchii,

aceasta putrezire ma-mbata ca un vin

caci simt curgand printr-insa bunicile si unchii.

Sunt tanar, Doamna, tanar, de-aceea nu te cred,

oricat mi-ai spune, timpul nu-si ascute gheara

desi arcasi cetii spre mine isi reped

sagetile vestiriï, sunt tanar. Buna seara!

Marunteii te saluta...

"A venit, a stat, acum a si plecat. El spunea “de intors in timp as vrea, dar nu e nici o graba, pentru ca ne vom intalni Dincolo, dupa ce terminam cu viata asta”."...

Cucu Land sau Montaniada

2010-08-01T12:05:00.001+03:00

Dupa indelungate razgandiri, plec din Bucuresti, scap de "mirificul" oras si fug catre munte. Destinatia: Fgaras, cab. Capra, de ce? portal catre alta lume...Tara lu' Cucu...

Prima oprire: Lacul Vidraru. Admiram peisajul, numaram pestii...:D....

Ne mai iubim putin....

Si ne continuam drumul, cu pasi, pardon roti, maruntele :))
Ajunsi acolo, suntem intampinati, ca de obicei, de un cutu. Awwww...fluffy....lovely.

Ne inregistram la cortul de primire, suntem tratati cu paine, sare, slana, ceapa si tuica. Dupa care ni se da Cucu :D.

Urmeaza etapa cea mai importanta din viata unui nomad,aaa montaniard, si anume, asezarea taberei.

"Baaa am gasit o poienita miez, hai acolo....ba nu, acolo...".Ne mutam corturile de n-spe ori, intr-un final apoteotic ne asezam, la drumu' mare. Masculii feroce se pregatesc de...

Dupa care, preamaritul festin...m&m's, supe, carnati, legumite, etc. etc.
Fiindca masina se conduce greu, doar cativa dintre noi s-au incumetat sa purceada la drumul mare. Ave Transfagarasanule, pentru prima oara :

A doua zi....

Ne trezim...Luam Cucu la greu....Si ne pregatim pentru Adventure Park.
Pentru ca ne place Cucu foarte mult, ne-am gandit, schematic, inginereste, cum sa culegem cat mai mult...de pe plantatie:

Sau sa urmarim un program foarte strict de antrenament pentru a face fata luarii masive de Cucu.
Unii sar, pe un "perete" instabil:

Altii se urca in copaci:

Altii strabat jungla montana pe podul indian:

Ce nu face omul pentru un Cucu bun?.... Slackline, va zic eu....;)Trecem viituri, ne luptam cu fortele naturii, tremurand ca un Jeleu:

Unii se descurca excelent:

Altii mai putin:))

Masuram cea mai rapida metoda de deplasare...sa fie pe jos...neeah...AIR RAID....AM ZIS!
Ne prgatim, ca o floricica:

Si, si...la valeeee:

Mai apoi, trecem la lucruri mai pamantesti, si ne pregatim sa luam Cucu iar...

Din categoria, "Taci si ia Cucu' ":

Sugem la greu Cucu, unii au reusit in 3 secunde...ce va sa zica experienta, domne'! (you freaks.. ptu ptu ptu).

Masculii feroce se pregatesc de vanatoare, iar altii se bat pentru Cucu...easy tigers...:))

Se lasa seara, luam Cucu pe toate partile, si-l asteptam pe Mircea Baniciu sa ne incante..., bineinteles facand The Olie Motion cu sticla de vin...sticlele...

Mey baieti, nu ati invatat ca nu-i de joaca cu CuCu....of of...

A treia zi...

Ne trezim cu noaptea-n cap...Alpinism, regularitate, orientare scria pe noi....Si bineinteles ca marea scindare s-a produs...Marunteii s-au divizat in 3 echipe.Prima echipa a fost norocoasa, nu a trebuit sa stea sa astepte, inghete, etc. pentru ca sa inceapa traseele, 4 ore..
Eu am facut parte din PM2. Si i-am asteptat pe restul, ca o mata lesinata... , la marginea lacului Balea.

Pe la ora pranzului am pornit si noi pe traseu...

ca niste zmei, inspre Fereastra Zmeilor....

Toata ziua am fost amenintati cu ploaia...

Dupa 6km de drum forestier (ne-a rupt la picioare)...

am ajuns la corturi...Si s-a pus pe ploaie.....la greu....

A patra zi....

Dupa o noapte furtunoasa... mi-am pus ceasul sa sune la 7.30, urma sa alerg la cross...
Asteptand festivitatea de premiere, ne-am pus pe cantat, urechile noastre fiind induiosate de glasurile fetelor: Mari, Georgi...
Cu parere de rau, luat/dat cucu la greu plecam....

si nu uitati...LUATI CUCU, BUH....

Acces High

2010-07-26T22:26:00.010+03:00

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got
to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.

 Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheel
blocks
there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we heed down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too
late

 Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run,
live to fly, fly to live, Aces high

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn
away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again

Bandits at 8 o'clock move in
behind us
Ten ME - 109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning out spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press my
guns.

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, goin' again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to
fly, fly to live, Aces high.

Because is for the first time when i'm using my new camera,

i would be very happy if you let me feedback regarding this post.Thank you!

*All rights reserved to me and the models.

Photographer:me

10x to my lovely and full of imagination team for posing...

Special people and their talents : Maria

2010-07-21T12:43:00.001+03:00

From the category special friends and their talents, i would like to present to you Maria F.
She is a sweet young girl who likes to sing (especially folk music)- she has a very beautiful voice, to draw (she's a becoming architect) and to go wild in the nature (mountaineering, climbing, etc.).

She also is a songwriter, for example, she wrote the anthem for Pasi Marunti (eng. small steps) mountain club (I'm a proud member also):

* Folk Concert in Brasov City

Another beautiful songs (one of her favorite Siciliana by Tatiana Stepa) :

* Folk Concert in Bucharest, Fire club

Blank....

2010-07-12T09:31:00.001+03:00

After too much study...

More data you achieve, less you know … all blank

10x my lovely team: Crisa (model), Ana (model) and Gabi G. (photographer)
With the 1st pic i won a contest, 1st place for Portraits- Student during the session period
*All rights reserved
Photographer: me

Hello world

2010-07-06T16:26:00.001+03:00

Dear you,

Hello my world...my inner small world..i introduce to you my only love...Mark...

Mark...say hello to...world...

I choose ...
Because it's the only thing that makes me happy...

It makes my mind go up..in the clouds....

When i look into your...eyes..:))..

I see you with different colors...you give me shivers....on my imagination's spine...
And now...let's blow the real world..fuck it...

With love, your truly yours....,
Valkyritza nyah nyah

*All rights reserved.
Photographers: Razvan M, Andra
Edit: Razvan M
Models: Me, Andra

Cui si spin....

2010-06-30T17:17:00.002+03:00

rupt in colt
strans in piele
spart in os
flori de foc
sa te-ngroape iar la loc

dinte rau
sa-nnegreasca ochiul tau

sfant in cap
stai pe cruce despuiat

am sa m-omor
cant iar numele tau
ai sa te-ntorci in mine
vanat dumnezeu

inimi vin
si din piatra si din spin
cred sa pier
tot ce n-am sa pot sa iert

cui si chin
gol in tine, ma inchin
sange rau
sa ma curga-n raiul tau

Models: me, Alice D.

Photographer: me

Cap de coarda

2010-06-25T03:32:00.001+03:00

Si brusc viata mea s-a schimbat. Momentul pe care-l asteptam, a venit, invaluit intr-o ceata neagra...
Traim intr-o lume fara scrupule, unde cadavrele-s calcate-n picoare, ipocrizia e in floare, iar binele pierde mai mereu in fata raului. Cei buni vor muri de foame...

Imi pierd ratiunea si deviez catre panta abrupta, ma uit inainte, in zare. Peisajul pare rupt dintr-o carte, feeria-i sumbra imi invaluie sufletul cu o oarecare intunecare si inima-mi pompeaza un sange...pesimist.
Vantul imi bate-n spate, ma uit in jurul meu, totu-i gol... ma uit in jos. Imi fixez mai bine pe talie hamul vietii, trag de coarda si zambesc, un puseu de andrenalina imi urca la tample, caut speranta.

Aici nu o gasesc, sistemul nu ma ajuta...ne-a omorat. Privesc in perspectiva, nu exista sau poate nu o vad eu aici, sau poate ca urasc ceea ce vad, imi e scarba, lehamite, greata. Da...imi e greata, hai sa futem sistemul, dar stai...deja ne-a aranjat el pe noi...birocratia.
Ma uit in jos, imi pregatesc carabele pentru asigurare,o viata lunga ma asteapta, traseul pare excitant, hmm... Vizualizez cat de cat primele pitoane, imi scot camera, o setez, trag o panorama...si ma duc. Picior la stanga, mana la dreapta, ajung la primul piton, infig caraba...
Parca a durat o vesnicie! Palmele-mi sunt transpirate, caut un punct de sprijin, mainile ma dor... Vantul minciunilor bate din ce in ce mai tare, ma uit in jos...Parca nu era asa de abrupta....?!Brusc imi pierd motivatia...Ma simt total fara ajutor...Cum naiba am ajuns eu cap de coarda????????
In jurul meu se lasa ceata groasa....

Sunt o luptatoare...viata-mi e un proces in pronuntare, la baza muntelui e verdictul. Caut apararea, solutia o gasesc, dar probele nu exista, se intorc importiva mea.

Eu un sfarsit al noului inceput, sau inceputul sfarsitului...imi fac mustrari de constiinta, habar nu am sa ma tin in coarda...dar am ajuns cap...

Intr-un final toti facem rapel pe coarda vietii, important e sa stii sa te asiguri, sa fii experimentat...

Alunec...

Cad....

Nu...pentru ca-mi place...

2010-06-24T01:26:00.000+03:00

Ai avut vreodata senzatia ca tot ceea ce simti, faci, gandesti...reprezinta o mare greseala???
Ai purtat vreodata un razboi intre inima si mintea ta...?

As vrea sa pun capat ideilor, gandurilor, dar nu pot. De data asta nu, poate ca nu vreau, poate ca pur si simplu nu pot. De ce nu?
Pentru ca acest cuvant NU, imi place, ma imbata in iluzii, ma hraneste cu deziluzii, imi omoara realitatea, imi renaste spiritualitatea...
Azi zic NU fiintei mele...
Azi zic NU inimii mele...
Azi zic NU mintii mele...tot o refuz...
Azi zic NU viselor...
Azi zic NU suferintelor...
Azi zic NU muntelui...
Azi zic NU telefonului...il arunc...ii dau foc...
Azi zic NU formei fizice ce-mi descrie umila existenta..nu..nu...
Azi zic NU sfaturilor tale, da stiu... ai dreptate...ma urasc...
Azi zic NU, dar de fapt e DA...

Astept...

Din categoria: pentru prima oara....

2010-06-22T00:02:00.109+03:00

Lista mea de TO DO a mai fost completata cu inca ceva...

Un altfel de RT:

LAAAAA MUUUULTIIII ANIII BAIETI!!!!!

Actiunea incepe pe data de 19 iunie 2010, cand, cu noaptea-n cap ma trezesc sa prind personalul 3001 de la ora 05.46.

Echipa: Gabi, Oase (sarbatoritii), Fof, Luci, Adi, Coiotu', Rox si eu.

Destinatia1: Ploiesti- de unde ne va culege Fofix, Gabi, Luci si Coiotu' cu dubita. Palpitatii, stres, dubita lipsa, baut sirop de trandafiri, asteptat dubita, plecat din Ploiesti, pentru destinatia finala: Cabana Silva, masivul Ciucas...

Pe drumul (foarte lin si "neted", ca-n palma) am facut o oprire tehnica, prilej in care mi-am testat pentru prima oara noul obiectiv :D.

Baietii se dadeau rotunzi cu dubita....That was the real deal man...:)) MIEZ

Cu chiu cu vai, am ajuns la cabana, dubita razbunadu-se pe noi pentru tratamentul aprig aplicat, a rabufnit cu antigel...:D, panici, eee nu-i bai:))

Bineinteles, cutu' nu lipsea din peisaj...awww, abia am reusit sa scap de el:))

Si afara ploua...si ploua....iar in recuperarea timpului trecut incercam sa sorb, din priviri roua...

Pe la ora 11 se opreste ploaia, dupa ce am bagat in noi branza cu marar, cascaval afumat si legumitzeee purcedem la drum...cu pasi maruntei:

Ajunsi la destinatie, baietii se pun pe treaba: se echipeaza si Fof se ofera sa fie cap de coarda:

Timp in care Coiotu' se tot gandea: "Sa-l scap...sa nu-l scap...hmm..si...:)) :)) :

Agonie si extaz...sa fie din cauza papucilor, din cauza hamului sau din cauza lui Oase...hmm..we'll never kno':))

Si cum orice treaba MEGA TEHNICA necesita respectarea unor reguli stricte, intotdeauna ne luam masurile de siguranta...

Si tratam totul cu seriozitate....

Dupa care, urmez eu...panici...Eram foarte entuziasmata dar totodata inimioara imi batea cu frica, ma echipez, uit sa ma sterg pe bocancii inamoliti...si...si...mai greu cu vaca la deal:))...la perete, pardon :p. Ma imprietenesc cu stanca, o mangai finut, dar se pare ca ei nu i-a placut, la un moment dat..:)).
Alunec....
Instinctul de supravietuire ma indeamna sa pun stop pe genunchi si pe coate...MARE GRESEALA!!

Dupa nspe mii de indicatii: ia-o la stanga, ba nu, la dreapta, ba nu la stanga, ba nu, mai jos; pune mana acolo, ba nu, mai sus si dupa 3rostogoliri in coarda (erau funny) ajung sa fac aproximativ 70% din traseu...dupa care, mi s-a rupt filmul....nu mai vedeam prizele de picior.... si am coborat....Da Fof, stiu sunt lame...:))...
Dupa ce revin cu picioarele pe pamant, baietii trec la faza doi: trecerea corzii peste partea cealalta a stancii...

Se anunta coborarea oamenilor din copaci...

Dupa studieri indelungate, Oase infrunta stanca...

Rox, plictisita...asteptand runda de catarare se gandea la pastrama..:))

Gabi asteapta sa cucereasca....

Dar ne lasam batuti.....ne-a rapus foamea....

Ajungem la cabana...soarele ne zambea timid printre nori...noi ba o tabla, ba un acord, ba un gratar...in asteptarea festinului....
Si bagam ca spartii: marshmallows, oaie, cartofi prajiti, salata de varza, branza cu marar, cascaval, Nestea, Caribbean Twist.
La lasatul intunericului...bun ii vinu' demisec cu parfum de oaie...Baaa nu mai da oaia afara...=))Mooama ce toarna afara.....:))Da ba, vinu' ala...Nu-i la mine..vai..oaia...

Stiu eu, stiu eu...acordurile..pick me pick me...

Pe la 12 cadem cu tontii la datorie...asteptand ploaia mega torentiala...ziceai ca ploua cu cada, nu cu galeata..pentru prima oara ma bucur ca nu am stat la cort :D (10x Gabi pt tot)

A 2a zi...de plictiseala..COMANDAM CATE CEVA....:)) :))

Si iar bagam in noi ca spartii: pui la ceaun, Nestea....
Cu regrete, pe o ploaie crunta, parasim Ciucasul...ne asteapta minunatele gogosi facute de bunica lui Fof \m/ \m/....\m/ \m./

Ne suim in dubita....

Toate drumurile duc acasa...chit ca treci peste caini morti pe sosea....

*All rights reserved
Photographer: me; pics 13,19,20,21: Coiotu'; last pic: Fof
Models: za team...

I'M THE MAN....

2010-06-02T12:21:00.002+03:00

Black Strobe - I'm A Man

Now, when I was a little boy
At the age of five
I had somethin' in my pocket
Keeps a lot of folks alive

Now I'm a man
Turnin' twenty one
You know, baby
We can have a lot of fun

I'm a man

I spell M-A-N

Woah, I'm a man

All you pretty women
Standin' in line
I can make a love to you, baby
In an hours time

I'm a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I'm a man

-------

The line I shoot

Will never miss
The way I make love to 'em
They can't resist

I'm a man
I spell M-A-N
Woah, I'm a man

Woah, I'm a man ....

ode to my state of...

2010-05-30T17:24:00.002+03:00

Sunday, sunday afternoon...
I'm sitting in my room, staring at the window...I feel hyperactive but something is dragging me away from running wild, maybe that lousy project, maybe something else.
I rather do anything else than study.

Happy, happiness feeling...
But flavored with spicy sadness, as usual...I hate myself for that, i think i think too much, i'm dreaming too much...I hate myself for being a dreamer... Happiness provider...lost and found, and again lost...and again found.

Rain, rainy evening....
Hope so... Like yesterday, i hope it will rain again, and again....

Memories...
Searching in the old corners of my life, finding pieces of my soul poured into pictures, old and new, with people that i know, that i loved or... Just memories, memories for the present, past, future...i feel dead-alive.

Wish you were here....

I dig my toes into the sand

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds

Strewn across a blue blanket

I lean against the wind

Pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment I am happy...happy

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy

wish you were here....

Very old pics...taken faraway from here...faraway from..

Photographer: me

Special people and their talents : Anna- part1

2010-05-25T22:01:00.002+03:00

I do have special friends, and i want to show them to the world, especially their talents. So, i've decided that, at every two week, to post some of their artwork on my blog.

The pioneer is Anna , a beautiful, smart and sweet girl, with many talents like: singing, drawing, writing, making people feeling happy, and modeling (she's a great model also: for example http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-images-girl-thinking-image12150704 )

First, i shall post some of her drawings: THE WONDERER...

You say black I say white...

I caught myself...

2010-05-18T00:36:00.002+03:00

I feel like i caught myself again...

You got it, you got it

Some kind of magic

Hypnotic, hypnotic

You're leaving me breathless...

And i caught myself...

I hate this, I hate this...

Ploaia...

2010-05-13T23:13:00.003+03:00

Ma tii de mana...

Ne plimbam, te uiti in ochii mei, imi zambesti. Vantul imi mangaie parul, ma uit in zare, nori negrii, se anunta furtuna: parca visez.
Suntem doar noi, lumea-i undeva, ca sa fie, marea e si ea p'acolo, ii zambeste muntelui... Totul se rezuma la... o picatura de ploaie se zdrobeste peste mainile noastre, inca una... inca una, din ce in ce mai repede...Un fulger strabate orizontul, imi cutremura sufletul, imi hraneste fericirea...
Vantul ne indeamna sa marim pasul, alergam... Brusc te opresti, ma iei in brate...iubirea noastra se rasfrange in fiecare strop de ploaie, suntem pretutindeni.

E furtuna...
Fugim ca doi nebuni izgoniti din paradis...Copacii sunt strajerii linistii noastre, acum par razvratiti.

Alergam...
Ma uit la tine, iti strang mana, nu vreau sa pleci...Ajungem undeva...Sunt fericita...

Ploaia sa oprit, lumea asta nebuna s-a terminat, iar eu ca de obicei...

Am visat.

Ma intorc in lumea mea... Astept sa ploua, iar...

Romania, simple as it is...

2010-05-13T12:57:00.002+03:00

into your light

2010-05-08T21:46:00.002+03:00

I've heard your song
And I've seen the light
In your eyes and it
Took me so long to see
Straight through the night
And through you

You're the depths of my own kind
And you're the heights of my creation
Wait for me, wait for me

Alone but strong when you're in my sight
Your love hit me like a stroke
Take me with you
Take me with you

I've taken this step
And we're intimate now and I am
I am joining your world
A formation of love and you shine
Through me

-----

Take me to that place
Where I feel so safe
Into your light I dive

Into your light
Enter my mind

Mermaid medium of light
For the morning that comes
For the orchid that grows
Love me against all odds
You defeated the doubt
That was stuck inside me

Take me to that place
Where I feel so safe
Into your light I dive

Into your light I dive

Take me to that place
Where I feel so safe
Into your light I dive

vara asta...

2010-05-06T02:43:00.004+03:00

M-am saturat de patul meu de-acasa

Cearceafurile nu mai imi zambesc

Aceleasi haine zac tacut pe masa

Si parca-mi spun ca nici nu mai traiesc

Si-atunci ies afara, e vant si este vara

Si ceru-mi spune: "Fugi, ca eu platesc!"

Ma intorc la tine, iau doi blugi cu mine

Si-ti zambesc:

Vara asta am sa ma-ndragostesc
Vara asta am sa ma-ndragostesc
Vara asta am sa ma-ndragostesc de tine
Acuma stiu ca marea ma asteapta...

Nisipul ma va saruta si el
O scoica o sa ma zgarie in mana dreapta
Algele o sa ma zgarie nitel
Si iar e vant afara si marea o sa ma doara
Si-un val o sa ma arunce in cortul lui
O sa innebunim si sarea o s-o topim
Intr-un sarut

Acuma tin o bere-n mana si o beau
In stanga mea conduce cineva
Ma-ntorc la tine beat dupa o luna
Cu marea-n suflet si cu scoica mea

Stiu c-ai sa ma certi
Si-apoi c-ai sa ma ierti
Caci vantul e prietenul tau bun
Si mai e ceva....
Tu stii ca iarna tu esti marea mea.

Photographer: me

very old pics..

RESTLESS

2010-04-23T22:44:00.001+03:00

She embraced, with a smile,

as she opened the door.
A cold wind blows,
it puts a chill into her heart.

You have taken away the trust,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart.
Past and present are one in her head,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart.

Take my hand as I wander through,

all of my life I gave to you.

Take my hand as I wander through,
all of my love I gave to you.

You have taken away the trust,

you're the ghost haunting through her heart.
Past and present are one in her head,
you're the ghost haunting through her heart.

Take my hand as I wander through,

All of my life I gave to you.
Take my hand as I wander through,
All of my love I gave to you.

Models me, Alice D. , Marius T., Darius C.

in love...

2010-04-22T00:58:00.001+03:00

Buy me with a coffee....

2010-03-26T22:08:00.001+02:00

Instead of wasted gifts around
Instead of losing all we have
Instead of dreaming of a man you'll never have
You'd better breathe with me and feel...

You can buy me with a coffee
I'm so cheap...

Instead of planning and debating
Instead of shaping my own dreams
Instead of dreaming of a son you'll never have
You'd better breathe with me and feel...

You can buy me with a coffee
I'm so cheap...

...........

Instead of judging day and night
Instead of wasted time on both sides
Instead of guessing what the hell went wrong with me
You'd better breathe with me and feel...

You can buy me with a coffee
I'm so cheap...