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am / not true / It's Not True

Norwegian poetry, recited by Odd Børretzen music in the style of a Jean Gabin or Paunescu our north, say ...

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not true that we
howling animals to other animals with other screams than ours.
not true that we izbim the shadows on the walls because we are afraid of foreign shadows that all animals are afraid of shadows.
not true that we sneak in hunting the cats, we can challenge ourselves sharp colors and sounds that the anxiety and sleep wake up with mouth open, the smell that we defend what we unleash unknown to the people, against children of other mothers .
not true that we are led, blind animals, fear and instinct that takes apart the month of November we that wolves hunt in packs that you need to yelling and howling pack for us when we could not otherwise because we are animals. Not true.
not true that we are driven by fear of everything that is unknown, it's not malice, is afraid because we are animals and books burn at the stake and cry along with mouths wide open to foreign red pale and scared and weird to write black paint in subway stations and do our duty with white faces, impenetrable, and obey the order and bring victims and take them ourselves in garbage truck and collect them in police stations and squeeze them in rooms and cells, or that run in herds on the streets with torches and stones and smashing windows of stores owned by Hebrew Hebrew Hebrew, because we are guided by instinct older than ourselves, our instincts so we drive for us, shouting, frightened animals in the herd.
's not true, we are not ants or wolves, we are people who make each other's hand and looking each other and are signs of love in darkness, wolves howling in the streets. Then sit and cry among the fragments: "You are like us. We are wolves. "But that's not true.

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I have discovered a nice poem ...

"no return no past

Sorrow
no desire is not lust

history, at last
how anyone Could Be sorry?
Something
give the chance,
(What exactly should it be, how CAN you know?)
refuse the universe and serenity inherent ITS
put the blame on me and move on



into history I have overcome things Dreams Reality Thoughts,
Meet fruits to eat people to book entire year I have
signs of the Crossed margin
Might get him now wherever
CAN BE only inside of me. "

(Maia Malcea, 2008)

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Impressions of Bucharest III / III

- you still get a beer? But it means that you stay outside?
- Yes, there are.

for casual conversation Saturday evening, between the buildings in Bucharest. What else can people do here than to go out in a park full of soul searching for peace or on a bench near the block oppressive heat suffocated the day that just ended? Maybe go on a terrace (one of those built in the parks, of course), you have got to make reservation and if they have sufficient resources to pay for an expensive dinner or consume enough not to be changed by others more "able" ...

What makes this city with his men? What
people are doing with this town?

things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects, some unpredictable ... We are prisoners of their desires and actions, as they are with head or headless, with no regard or respect. But who can distinguish between what she wants ordinary people in Bucharest and the mayor not know whose sector? In such a crowd of neurons and cells per unit area, it becomes far too complicated and a better pool of home leave. And so we deserved fate, as they say ... the shepherd of Miorita ...

this city you buimaceste, primarily, with which it emanates chaos everywhere trying to reach. Anomaly, it houses inexplicably, with some anomalous character of many local events ... City-people mutual influence is obvious, but observe and keep a certain paradox of "normality" of people, despite the circumstances, once the city's survival, despite the crowd of people and their annexes (cars, houses, shops, markets. ..). Raman

the feeling of paradox ... until proven innocent! **



"Are you HAVING Another beer? This Means You'll Be Out Some More ...? "
" Yes, I am. Both of Them. "

You Can Hear A normal conversation on a Saturday night, Among blocks of flats in Bucharest. What else CAN people do here, Than go out in a park loaded with people trying to find their peace or sit on a bench by the blocks, suffocated by the incredible heat of the day that just ended? They might as well go out on a terrace (one of those built in parks, of course), if they booked a table or if they have enough resources to pay for an expensive dinner or enough drinks to make sure they’re not kicked out by more “capable” clients…

What is this city doing with its people?
What are people doing to this city?
Things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects-some of which quite unpredictable… We are the prisoners of our own desires and actions, as they are – smart or not, meaningful or not. But who can distinguish between what the common person in Bucharest wants and what the mayor of whichever Sector wants? When you’ve got so many neurons and cells on a surface unit, everything becomes much too complicated and it’s better to leave it from the very start. So we deserve what we get, as people say, just like the shepherd in Miorita…

This city makes you dizzy, first of all, with the chaos it emanates through all its pores. With the anomalies it inexplicably hosts, with a certain pointless character of many local phenomena… The mutual influence between people and city is obvious, but we also notice the paradoxical keeping of a certain “normality” of the people – despite the circumstances – and the survival of the city - split the large quantities of people and Their Annexes (cars, houses and blocks, shops, Markets ...)

I stick to the feeling of paradox ... Anything else is Until Proven!

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I think we need rain! I think we should remember her call ...
(I think WE Need rain, so let's remember how to call it!)

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