words create worlds
Prior to 1989, the communist regime in Romania wouldn’t recognize the existence of homeless people, not even if threatened with a war. There was no news about the number of children taken in orphanages nor the real situation of such places. After 1989, there were numerous documentaries, articles in foreign media showing the miserable condition
S-au răsucit frunzele prea uscate de arşiţa verii. S-au adunat în grupuri galbene peste iarba pe ici, pe colo încă verde. “După vacanţă” am intitulat primele ateliere pentru copii, cele de la sfârşitul acestei săptămâni. Asta pentru că vom începe această serie în paşi uşori, de vacanţă. Bucurându-ne de revedere sau de cunoştinţă, vom păşi
To tear existence To smash it To wrest it from still opaque infinity. Dreams of the end at the beginning of our life imprinted by a singular purpose: To break existence into bits of eternity. You told me to tear away from myself, from aging roots and clustered fears encrypted pains walled in my spirit.
Before you spoke A sparkling flash exploded into petals right in the middle of your yellow eyes- black holes, the multiverse’s doors unlocked the spiraling allure, absorbed my light into the nothingness of life. Arising from unknown altars the silky petals touched my blooming soul. An instant flash of love the light restored in muddy
In August 2016 I had the chance to be in Edinburgh, for the first time, during the Fringe Festival. I loved the entire world there. The arts were living among the people and people were breathing them. It was so inspiring that a new play appeared in my mind right there, an inspiration that was
Worlds of Words 