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Silence

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” 
― Norton Juster
“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”  ― Anne Spollen

“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”
― Anne Spollen

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”  ― Norton Juster

“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
― Norton Juster

“You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it. ... You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes - sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.”  ― Chaim Potok

“You can listen to silence, Reuven. I’ve begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it.

You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn’t always talk. Sometimes – sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.”
― Chaim Potok


Daca

Daca

DacaDacă s-ar putea vreodată
Să măsori nemăsuratul,
Să cuprinzi nemărginirea,
Să stai, străbătând neantul,
Să fii nici unul, nici altul.

Dacă s-ar putea vreodată
Neiubind să fii iubirea,
Nesperând să fii speranţa,
Nevorbind să fii vorbirea,
Negândind să fii gândirea.

DacaDacă s-ar putea vreodată
Să auzi neauzitul,
Să priveşti în nevăzut
Şi să afli neştiutul,
Ar urma iar începutul?

- Elena Liliana Popescu


O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Trebuie sa recunosc ca niciodata nu am vizitat cu adevarat Bucurestiul. Am mai trecut prin mareata capitala, ca tot provincialul, o zi – doua, pe ici pe colo, pe la localuri frumoase pline de oameni veseli care fac viata sa para usoara. Nu am zabovit niciodata mai mult, sa pot simti pulsul strazii, sa cunosc bucuresteanul sau sa ma plimb pe bulevarde. Am mai auzit de la romanii intalniti prin peripetiile mele in lume cum ca acolo e adevarata inima a tarii, ca in Bucuresti se intampla “lucruri”, ca este un oras deosebit.

M-am bucurat cand s-a ivit ocazia sa petrec patru zile in “Micul Paris”, doar cu aparatul foto in mana si nu prea multe de facut decat sa ajut la efortul colectiv de a toci asfaltul troatuarelor si de a casca ochii la minunatiile vazute inainte numai la televizor si prin videoclipuri de manelisti pe care, curios din fire, le-am mai gasit pe World Wide Web.
Am avut norocul sa prind weekendul in care avea loc, in piata Universitatii, primul campionatul European de Baschet 3 la 3. Lume multa, de toate culorile, tineri si batrani, au venit sa sustina echipa Romaniei care a ajuns sa castige finala si sa devina campioana europeana. A fost o seara frumoasa si aventura mea a inceput promitator.

O zi in Bucuresti

A doua zi de dimineata mi-am propus sa-mi gasesc un loc destul de comfortabil cat sa pot petrece macar vreo 4-5 ore sa fotografiez bucurestenii si sa surprind acea esenta a strazii de care auzisem ca ar fi deosebita.
Si nu am fost dezamagit. Deosebita intr-adevar.

O zi in Bucuresti

Chiar in piata Universitatii, un simbol al democratiei romanesti, privirea mi-a fost lovita de arta contemporana aruncata pe pereti si cativa vanzatori (cu atitudine din clasicul bazar) de carti mai vechi, multe de pe vremea lui nea Nicu. Din cand in cand, cate o persoana, probabil melancolica, se mai oprea si arunca o privire la cartile cu file ingalbenite de necitit.

O zi in Bucuresti

Nu mi-a fost greu sa gasesc si elementul clasic de compozitie al Romaniei post-decembriste. De acum nelipsitii oameni ai strazii, cei fara casa si masa, cu voie sau fara de voie, se bucurau cu mine de o pauza si-mi faceau concurenta la privit concetatenii misunand pe bulevard.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

De teama sa nu cad in cliseul dramei, m-am hotarat sa ma asez la o terasa, un “Irish Pub”, pe undeva pe langa calea Victoriei, sa imi indrept obiectivul spre clasa de mijloc a celor ce-si vedeau de viata de zi cu zi. Doua ospatarite, una blonda si una creata, zambitoare din calea afara, s-au oferit politicoase sa-mi fie la dispozitie atat cat le permite serviciul, pe perioada sederii mele. Iau o cafea si un hamburger romanesc sa-mi dea puterea sa imi continui proiectul.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Am descoperit aceleasi fete triste, capete plecate si oameni preocupati de ziua de maine, fiinte chinuite de viata in capitala, la doi pasi de acei lideri politici – oameni educati ce nu se rusineaza sa-si etaleze limbajul de mahala pe scarile celei mai mari cladiri civile din lume (cum spune Wikipedia), vestita Casa a Poporului.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Si uite asa, dupa mai mult de 12 ani in care am petrecut in Romania doar vacante scurte in oraselul natal si prin niste locuri mai turistice de la munte, am reusit sa vizitez Bucurestiul in cautarea acelui spirit deosebit al capitalei care deseori este aruncat cu mandrie in ochii lumii; am descoperit insa pereti murdari cu arta bolnava, oameni tristi si obositi , taximetristi jurand ca au sa iasa in strada daca cei de sus mai fura si care la randul lor ma roaga sa nu le cer chitanta sa mai bage si ei un leu in plus in buzunar.

O zi in Bucuresti

Ca fotograf, nu am fost dezamagit de tragedia si saracia de pe strazile Romaniei. Grimasele si ridurile, cersetorii si mizeria fac fotografii dramatice si aduc multe like-uri pe Facebook.

O zi in Bucuresti

O zi in Bucuresti

Ca roman, am fost dezamagit caci aceasta experienta care a inceput incurajator, pina la urma mi-a adus aminte de vestitele cuvinte ale lui Paler – “Imi iubesc tara atunci cand nu ma uit la televizor si cand nu merg pe strada”. M-a intristat ca nu ne asumam responsabilitatea ca natiune pentru ceea ce a ajuns Romania dupa 24 de ani de democratie. E comfortabil sa dam vina pe functionarul public care ia mita, pe primarul care fura, pe doctorul care cere sau pe deputatul corupt. Insa uitam cu usurinta ca ei sunt rezultatul societatii la ale carei disfunctionalitati contribuim cu totii caci vrem sa mai bagam un ban in plus in buzunar.


Message in a bottle

“Let go of your constant strife to sustain and assert the idea of who you are. It is this massive effort of defining your identity that keeps you wedged in the chronic routine of comparisons and conflicts with whoever and whatever appears to threaten this idea. If you have tried to assert yourself for many years and you have accomplished nothing, then be honest and do something different. Just be nothing. Try it for one day. Release your idea of being yourself, and just be nothing, be the void. And as you are being nothing you may realise that you can be all that is”  ― Franco Santoro

“Let go of your constant strife to sustain and assert the idea of who you are. It is this massive effort of defining your identity that keeps you wedged in the chronic routine of comparisons and conflicts with whoever and whatever appears to threaten this idea. If you have tried to assert yourself for many years and you have accomplished nothing, then be honest and do something different. Just be nothing. Try it for one day. Release your idea of being yourself, and just be nothing, be the void. And as you are being nothing you may realise that you can be all that is”
― Franco Santoro


Some street wisdom !

“A dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot.”  ― Robert A. Heinlein

“A dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot.”
― Robert A. Heinlein

“The unhappiest people in this world, are those who care the most about what other people think.”  ― C. JoyBell C.

“The unhappiest people in this world, are those who care the most about what other people think.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“No society can surely be flourishing and happy of which by far the greater part of the numbers are poor and miserable. ”  ― Adam Smith

“No society can surely be flourishing and happy of which by far the greater part of the numbers are poor and miserable. ”
― Adam Smith

“We can’t continuously be a society of well-wishers. We must take action to bring those wishes to fruition.”  ― Steve Maraboli

“We can’t continuously be a society of well-wishers. We must take action to bring those wishes to fruition.”
― Steve Maraboli


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