A opta întâlnire din seria LA LIBER – discuții despre chestii despre care
nu discutăm, cu Alex Tocilescu la Teatrul Masca: „Critică și autocritică:
nimeni nu-i bun la ceea ce face”
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Joi, 23 mai, de la ora 19.00, va avea loc la sediul Teatrului Masca (Bd.
Uverturii, nr. 14) cea de-a opta întâlnire din seria dezbaterilor
performative mod...
Am venit in Bucuresti cu un scop,scopul s-a pierdut intre capetele numeroase de calatori,undeva pe-o banca in tramvai.Incerc sa aflu de ce inca ma mai aflu aici?
Padurea Bacilui mit sau adevar?
Oameni misto
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Not that much... - I'm sure i have a world of things to say and discuss; i'm sure just writing about them would make everything simpler and easier; i just don't know what to ...
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"Nam sine doctrina,vita est quast mortis imago "
miercuri, 28 aprilie 2010
What is youth made of?
The humble grace of sorrow stirs as nothing could stand for it and part it or make it disappear.I have no other choice but to leave it hanging like a heavy stone before my heart,my ears and eyes,as the vale of hope does not come down so easily.So there i go,being nobody fearing everything,crying out loud,letting tears be dissolved by the sunlight and wind.I am what nature wanted me to be,unstable,bare aching and vivid.I am young and that s why half of my problems,of my tears and of my energy doesn't count in the conceptual loop of sorrow.What can we complain of? Too much live and such a frail body?
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