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I now know why the sunsets are glowing more than ever and they pour themselves inside me like never before. I know why the clouds seem to be silkier and the skies are brighter, taller but in so many ways so much more caring. I know why my heart is screaming after a voice that…
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It’s an early Saturday and my slightly opened eyes, stare at this blotch of color that changes its shape every now and then. The sun painted my walls in a deep cadmium yellow. My mind is restless for weeks now. It travels back and forth between memories, long-lost dreams, people I have met or I…
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The awakened being is a complete stranger to the world.An upsetting force that creates controversies, falls over the edge in almost everyone’s eyes but its own.Here to be swallowed up. To break and fall and live with all the misery and love that a soul can take.To run wild towards dreams; to be sometimes, careless…
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I remember my 11th birthday.Or at least, parts of it.Surely, my mind deformed the memories, delivering altered, blurred moments. However, some emotions are bound to stay with me and carry themselves around as a secret identity that I only make available to myself. I was skinny and deeply tanned. Summer break, which always arrived in…
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 Yesterday, while I was ruminating on the real value of wealth, my mind introduced me to scenes from my childhood. Glimpses of a life where I was constantly overflowing with joy and prosperity. And mind you, as a child born immediately after the communism fall, I had a very late exposure to the colorful…
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Fall uncovers something inside me that I can never truly put into words or explain to others.There is a nostalgia which enfolds me like a mist, a cooling but reviving experience. Throughout my younger years, this season ment leaving my grandparents house and heading to the town for the first school semester. After a summer…
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“If you could say it in words, there would be no reasons to paint. “ – Edward Hopper One thing I’ve noticed during some painting sessions is the avalanche of thoughts. Good ones too, but most of them are deeply disturbing. Memories, conversations, and circumstances that have affected me more or less. They resurface as…
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There is a romance I have always found in my grandparents’ old, romanian village. A raw, sunburned beauty, with a ragged dress, stepping barefoot along with the polished shoes that visit her from the city. This girl never wanted to grow up but stayed wild and free of any sign of progress.Bathing herself in wine…
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THE WONDERMIND 