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Game Time

Alina — Sun, 20 Aug 2017 19:38:32 +0000

The two boys climbed effortlessly on top of the garden wall. Once there they giggled, feeling proud of themselves. They sat in silence enjoying their prime spot. The night was quiet and the sky was clear. The air was fresh and crisp. Perfect weather conditions as they said on the telly.
“I’m gonna have myself a smoke.“ Billy said reaching for his pocket.
“No, you’re not! Are you daft man?! She is going to see the light, and then all of this is for nothing.”

Mr. Murphy and The World

Alina — Sun, 23 Apr 2017 12:38:05 +0000

Nobody tells you that life is not like in the movies, they let you figure it out by yourself. No big events, no spectacular happenings. It was smooth sailing through the murky waters of existence for Mr. Murphy. He was staring through the glass walls of the store, looking at the passers by on Moore street. He liked looking at them, so colorful and so different, this was one of the little things he liked about his job, he could look at people and nobody thought it was strange. They did not pay too much attention to the old and fat security guard watching them from the cheap store.

Feeling Human

Alina — Sun, 23 Aug 2015 15:23:06 +0000

How do you put your past behind you? How do you do that? How do you put it all out of your mind and move on? Time heals all wounds they say, but how do you forget? You don’t, he thought, while looking at the black water of the Liffey. He was down, he felt his feelings drowning him as if he were under the very water below his feet. He desperately wished he did not feel like this, to have the strength to put it all behind him and move on, and enjoy the normal life he had built for himself now. The thing that hurt him the most was his shame. He was ashamed, he felt queasy only when he thought at some of the things he had done, it took all his will not to throw up. How could he do that? He had to. Had he now?

New day, new dawn

Alina — Fri, 29 May 2015 05:46:51 +0000

Morning. The song rang in her head making her feel hopeful. New day, new dawn. She looked outside and thought at all the times she felt like this. Hopeful. Sometimes the hope became reality, sometimes it did not, but the new days kept coming, and the dawns kept passing. Win some, lose some, the pleasure is in the game, and she so loves the game with all it entails, the good, the bad and the hope.

The coffee shop

Alina — Tue, 30 Sep 2014 05:49:35 +0000

In the bus stop four strangers drink coffee and smoke. They seem relaxed in each other's company, this is not their first morning together. They are strangers that know each other. The old security guard, the construction worker, me and another guy.

The morning

Alina — Sat, 27 Sep 2014 06:18:57 +0000

Such a mindfully lovely morning. The air is crisp and refreshing. The birds are flying around speaking to each other about things I do not understand. The street is so quiet and empty, that if two strangers pass each other by they say "morning!". Cars swing by with a rushing sound, the houses still asleep. Such a crisp and quiet morning on the empty street. Mindfully lovely.

Animism

Alina — Sun, 23 Mar 2014 15:38:39 +0000

A bit of animism is good, it gives life a tad of magic. I like to think that the house I live in has a soul, a good spirit. But too much animism can lead people to be called Mrs. Eiffel.

Mrs. The Eiffel Tower that is.

Debris

Alina — Sat, 01 Mar 2014 10:08:37 +0000

You know that corner I first saw you at, I never pass by there now. I don’t want it to remind me of you. I would rather go around and be late to wherever I am going, than pass it by. I already think too much of you, I don’t want anything to bring you back into my reality. I would rather fool myself that it was a dream. I go about my day, I do things, I think I am ok, and then, out of nowhere it all pops back into my mind and I can no longer breathe, and I can no longer be or function. I see everything with my mind’s eye and I feel nauseated.

Enjoy the slow side of life

Alina — Mon, 24 Feb 2014 08:04:27 +0000

I saw an add on tv yesterday and it told me to enjoy the slow side of life. I liked that. I needed that. So I listened. It was not easy. I am the kind of person that has to use every minute that seems unoccupied. Every time I sit down I realize that there is something I could do. Something to wash, something to wipe, something to put away. But no, yesterday I listened to the add and banned every call to action from my head. What was I left with at the end of the day?

Amintiri

Alina — Mon, 29 Jul 2013 13:47:13 +0000

Merge pe strada si priveste la oameni. Mai mersese pe strada aceasta, poate chiar printre aceiasi oameni. Oameni printre cladiri sub soarele arzator al verii. Inca odata mergea pe strada si isi dadu seama ca oricat de intens simtea acum, lumina, caldura, viata, va uita acest moment, se va topi in miile de drumuri pe care le-a facut. Drumuri de undeva catre altundeva. Un moment din viata ei care va fi uitat.