The maiden and the whirlwind – II

Walking back from the river through her oaks garden she stops looking at the gates, breathless but her heart racing like million musical notes on a violin string.

“Finally”, she says in soft voice as she sees the footprints. And she just stands there; not feeling the bitter wind blowing through her hair, not feeling the cold flakes melting on her skin.

She looks sadly happy in the grey light of the morning. Dreaming her dreams with eyes wide opened, looking far away over the treetops high, barefoot in the snow.

This is going to be the season she waited for so long. Starting with the midnight sun she is going to be no longer by herself.

They are there.

The wolves are back on those lands. They are finally coming for her.

To rip her apart, steal her magics and end her pointless so called life.

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The maiden and the whirlwind – I

Bent over the river’s creek, long bright hair with highlights of green like the oak leaves touching the freezing water, she watches her reflection while cutting short fringes with a silver blade.

“Did anyone ever notice that I’m not getting older? If they all think I’m a young strange bourgeoise with overwhelming desires like walking barefoot in winter, not combing my hair and wearing stardust  then so be it. I have never imagined such a life for myself. I mean, life has an ending, mine doesn’t. So what am I ?”

And the last piece of cut fringes is carried away by the cold river.

She never felt so alone and sick in all her immortality. Endless youth and magic become a burden over the ages.

Thinking about all the men in her life, all the mortals that come and go like seasons, it’s hard to see beauty, joy and love in witnessing nature’s vanity. There are no witches, warlocks nor magicians left on these lands to give her the gift of ordinary life; only humans stayed.

“How come they all disappeared one morning without any notice? Why did they left me? Did they have a choice?“

And while she’s caught up in her thoughts, the wolves are sniffing the snow and taking her trace while passing through the gates. She left them opened. What’s the point in closing something if there’s no one to open them?

She rises up her head, puts the silver blade to her waist belt and inhales the cold air. It gives her shivers and makes her think of stormy weather and wings touching the sky while exhaling.

“Something is about to happen. Maybe what I’ve waited so long for.”

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One only

“When we were separated at 15, I said I would never love anyone else, ever. I would never become attached, I’d never stay put anywhere, I’d have nothing for myself; I decided I would pretend to be alive. And this is what I’ve been waiting for, all this time, renouncing all possible lives, for one only, with you. “

Mr. Nobody

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I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.

*Lady Antebellum – Need You Now

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I’m missing

Missing the North Sea.

 

Missing my gothic churches.

I’m missing.

 

*Skid Row – 18 and life

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St.Basil – Russia

My second card with one of my beautiful obsessions:

St. Basil Cathedral from Moscow.

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Soni

Prin 2007 facusem o pasiune pentru poemele lui Andrei Ruse, atat de urbane, violente, si nonconformiste. Acum, 3 ani mai tarziu, am dat accidental peste o recomandare pe care ulterior am gasit-o total arbitrar.

E “Soni”- a lui Andrei Ruse aparuta in 2008.

“ma cheama sonia, am 26 de ani, cancer la stomac si inca sase luni de trait.”

Soni – este o poveste despre moarte si sex, despre dorinta de a simti tot si orice si de a nu pierde timpul cu lucruri insignifiante; o lume a extremelor in care drogurile si bautura ii ofera singura cale de scapare din real, unde adevarate “tripuri” ii permit libertatea de a fi ea insasi. Nu exista consecinte, nu exista un maine la fel ca azi, nu exista planuri pentru ca nu exista viitor, exista doar un perpetuu acum si aici.

“nu am priceput niciodata sporturile extreme. senzatii tari? adrenalina? incercati cancerul! “

Printr-un amalgam de episoade (supra) / realiste, monologuri interioare despre frica de moarte, singuratate si dumnezeu si scene ce ar putea fi catalogate drept perverse, ca sa nu le numesc pornografice, Andrei face din Soni o stare de spirit – o intrupare distructiva a ceea ce poate insemna dorinta de a trai.

“nu e nimic aici, în afara dorinţei noastre de a muri cât mai târziu posibil.”

Daca poezia lui mi-a placut pentru originalitate, proza mi se pare foarte asemanatoare cu a lui Will Self; autentica, vulgara, reala, scrisa in intregime cu minuscule.

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A Masterpiece

Can’t wait to fall asleep again.

“Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent one”

Albert Einstein

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Gargui – Andrew Davidson

Garguii – pentru unii dintre noi creaturi inspaimantatoare, pentru ceilalti adorabili paznici ai zidurilor gotice – au rolul de a ne pazi, de a ne pastra inocenta in fata raului si, in romanul de fata, sunt cei care se nasc din iubire pentru a darui iubire.

Andrew Davidson ii foloseste pe post de legatura intre lumea contemporana, cu droguri, alcool si sex cat cuprinde, toate la ordinea zilei, si trecutul medieval in care dragostea, integritatea si onoarea meritau orice sacrificiu.

Povestea in sine pare destul de neobisnuita; la suprafata, dragostea dintre un fost pornostar si o sculptorita schizofrenica se transforma intr-o calatorie de-a lungul vremii din Germania Medievala, unde el era un mercenar iar ea un scrib al manastirii Engelthal, in Islanda si Japonia, Anglia si Italia pentru a sublinia cum dragostea transcede timpul.

Pe langa stilul Sherezadei pe care Marianne Engel, sculptorita, il foloseste pentru a-i aminti iubitului sau de trecutul ce-i leaga, mi-au placut foarte mult simbolurile prezente mai la tot pasul, fie intamplator sau nu: varful de sageata, focul ca element distrugator si/sau purificator, referirile la Infernul si Calatoria lui Dante, garguii si bineinteles iubirea care salveaza vieti.

Stilul lui Davidson este viu, colorat, foarte grafic si chiar tensionat, purtandu-te printr-o variata serie de scene si trairi. Cu toate acestea, n-a fost chiar ce ma asteptam sa fie avand in vedere categorisirea de “bestseller” si publicitatea masiva ce i s-a facut.

Pentru mine ramane totusi o carte faina;

Pentru felul in care Mariannei isi “sculpteaza” trupul cu tatuaje pentru ca nu are piatra la indemana si simte nevoia acuta de a se elibera, pentru ca isi daruieste inimile pietrei cand viata scurgandu-se din trupul ei trece in micile grotescuri si pentru felul in care el, eroul romanului, pune toata povestea ei la indoiala pentru ca, nu-i asa, cum ar putea sa aiba loc astfel de “lucruri supranaturale” in lumea asta atat de “reala”?

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Good reads

Like a bookaholic that I am, I have a list of  “to read” that sometimes I forget about and end-up buying other titles.

But since I moved out of Brasov to my hometown I don’t get to go to bookstores or antique shops as often as I would liked to because of the lack of free time and lack of good shops around town, which means I don’t buy random books anymore. Pity!

Anyway, looking online for some Gargoyle stories (I love these little creatures) I stumbled upon a really good deal for The Gargoyles by Andrew Davidson on librarie.net

I had my eyes on this book from the moment they made a big media event at its Romanian release in 2009. It was too pricey then but now I got it at a sale along with Coin Locker Babies by Ryu Murakami which was a bargain for such a book.

I already started reading Gargoyles and besides the awesome cover and plot, it really has a nice writing style. My only complaint so far is about the interpreter. Some books are not just for everyone, you must have the same wavelength with the author, not just use words for the sake of translation.

Still hunting a good deal for “Still life with crows” by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child and  “Angelology” by Danielle Trussoni.

And yes, sometimes we just have to expect the so called “unexpected”

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Castello Sforzesco

Another beautiful place to visit in Milan is the Sforzesco Castle which you will probably notice much more sooner then The Duom if you arrive by train/metro in Cadorna station.

Il Castello Sforzesco, build in 1450, is now best known for the museums held inside his chambers; especially the Pinacoteca, an art collection which includes Michelangelo’s last sculpture, the Rondanini Pieta, Andrea Mantegna’s Trivulzio Madonna, Leonardo da Vinci’s Codex Trivulzianus manuscript and many other sculptures, paintings, tapestries and stained glass. A real treasure inside the castle’s gates.

Inside the gates

Outside the gates

La Pieta Rondanini by Michelangelo

Madonna con Bambino by Campionese

Stained glass in detail

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