Today I remembered a very good movie, the kind that is enough to watch once and you cannot get it out of your mind.And yes, there’s always an event or a detail that brings it back to the surface of thoughts. All of a sudden making you want to re-watch it.   Sadly I cannot tell you if there are any differences between the novel and the book. I haven’t read it yet, although I have seen the movie many times. I cannot even find it in libraries. It’s

  Înainte de Paşte m-am întâlnit din greşeală cu fostul meu profesor de desen. Aş putea spune, unul dintre profii mei de desen, dar n-am să fac asta.    L-am avut ca profesor îndrumător atât în şcoala generală, pe când eram un ţânc ce mâzgălea mutre de Sailor Moon în spatele caietelor de teme, până în liceu, când ne preda Istoria Artei şi noi eram prea aerieni ca să fim atenţi.   Ne povestea cu pasiune despre Istoria Artei, de la arta grecească, la cea romană sau egipteană, trecând către

Entering through the door, my senses were hit by that smell. As of the walls were made of your skin. And I was breathing its scent. Although sick, you were full of life and kindness. Bitter-sweet, like apples fallen on dry soil when autumn debuts. And the chairs with their backrests that gathered around my shoulders. Forgetting to feel uncomfortable, because your words made me travel a long way. Fleeting words, which I cannot remember today. Even if I wanted to. They were not only sentences. You engraved them in

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