Fabulos! Nu mai avem guvern!

Mă plimbam pe holul facultății... Cineva m-a oprit și mi-a spus:
*- L-am dat jos pe Ponta!*
Eu nedumerită: * Cine l-a dat jos?*
Mi s-a răspuns cu un surâs: * Noi, cei care am ieșit în stradă!*
 Am găsit știrile și declarațiile ulterior pe internet și mi-am dat seama că mă lovesc de lucruri învățate pe la cursurile de științe politice. Propaganda anti politică anti țară anti ce mai vreți voi a împânzit opinia publică în mod nejustificat. Urmărind declarația fostului nostru premier am constatat în mod obiectiv faptul că are un sâmbure de dreptate. S-a ieșit la protest pornindu-se de la tragedia din clubul Colectiv dar ulterior conflictul a degenerat atât de tare încât subiectivismul uman a început să treacă drept cultură politică.... Nu susțin guvernul Ponta.... Nu-mi place structura în care acesta a fost organizat dar nici nu văd acum soluții incredibile prin demisiile foștilor noștri aleși. În mod obiectiv îmi pun problema astfel : fie domnul Ponta s-a simțit prea copleșit de responsabilități interne de care a fugit sub pretextul implicării sale în politica externă ( responsabilitate care nu-i aparține) și mai cu seamă afișând o strategie cel puțin jalnică ( adică nu te duci la un meci de fotbal în Turcia când în Armenia se comemorează genocidul )...... fie oamenii nu au înțeles ce vor de fapt și au cerut demisii ca rezolvare.... În cazul acesta, stimați cetățeni cu părere de rău nu poate nimeni garanta că următorul guvern va preveni accidentele rutiere, incendiile în cluburi, alte evenimente neplăcute care s-ar putea evita cu puțină atenție etc.....
   Aș vrea să văd că se iau  decizii pentru soluții concrete și nu că se fac jocuri politice pe șabloane sociale. Nu ne-a ajutat demisia premierului, de fapt va încetini progresul național fiindcă acum trebuie să pierdem timp din viață, să vuiască presa ( care nu știu cum se face dar e plină de adevărați politologi), să se mai trucheze eventual niște alegeri și să se mai facă niște dosare pe la DNA pentru ca în final să mai apară o lovitură politică ( sau mai nou socială) care să răstoarne situația.... oricum mai este puțin până la alegerile propriu-zise...... Din punctul meu de vedere mai bine s-ar pune în mișcare niște proiecte care să și valorifice miile de legi în vigoare și mai bine s-ar lucra pentru siguranța indivizilor decât să ni se distragă în mod repetat atenția de la lucrurile cu adevărat importante cu alte alegeri și alte demisii și alte instituiri în funcții........

Reflecție...... Colectiv și o nouă lumină asupra situației noastre.....

    

   

     Am citit foarte multe articole, mesaje și opinii despre cele întâmplate în Club Colectiv. Nu mai are rost să fac și eu aici bilanțuri sau scheme  analitice... Apreciez faptul că statul s-a mobilizat în special pe rețelele de socializare și au creat din asta un mare eveniment socio-cultural... Îmi era de multe ori teamă să scriu public la întâmplarea unei tragedii sau la izbucnirea unui conflict dar acum chiar îmi doresc să exprim o mare dezamăgire .... Nu ar fi trebuit să moară oameni, să se ajungă la certuri conspiraționiste și la discuții interminabile ca noi să ajungem să ne dăm seama de lipsa siguranței în locurile publice.

  Și eu sunt tânără și văd că zilnic se adaugă ceva pe lista de probleme: fie risc să mă sfâșie câinii maidanezi pe stradă, fie stau mereu cu teama că mă poate călca un neavenit cu permis obținut pe căi ilegale, fie merg cu neliniștea că vreun individ ciudat îmi poate sustrage obiectele de valoare, fie mă încearcă un gând de neîncredere că prietenii din cercul meu alături de care îmi petrec timpul pot avea planuri indecente cu mine sau acțiuni de asemenea natură la adresa mea,,,, iar acum.... mă uit la acest caz și constat că pe lângă toate acestea trebuie să mă mai tem și de clădirile care stau să ardă din cauza materialelor cu care sunt căptușite interioarele sau care stau să cadă fiindcă.... există și posibilitatea unui cutremur destul de mare și periculos...

   Cuvinte ca * Demisia! * sau * Vinovații să stea la închisoare! * sau alte * revoltisme * din acestea mi se par inutile... Cine ne poate garanta că o nouă conducere ar schimba și situația? Eu ca tânăr cetățean cu iluzia eurostandardizării bine implementată în psihic încă din adolescență și cu aspirații de ( poate chiar ) viitor doctorand în această țară nu scriu pentru a arunca acuzații sau judecăți la adresa niciunei persoane fizice sau juridice. Eu scriu pentru a ridica un semnal de alarmă, pentru a exprima îngrijorare fondată nu numai pe studii științifice ci și pe demonstrații reale și pentru a sublinia faptul că NU SUNTEM ÎN SIGURANȚĂ!

   Sper ca propaganda care ne invadează să se schimbe curând în luarea de atitudine și să se investească în drepturi fundamentale și nevoi de bază dacă tot întâmpinăm dificultăți în statutele noastre * ce înclină spre dezvoltare*.....

  Rog autoritățile să ia atitudine și rog activiștii să înlocuiască manipularea populist-propagandistă cu un activism de efect concret și cu strategie de viitor!

NOTĂ:

( nu este o generalizare ci o observație care vizează majoritatea )

A little bit of everything

   Walking over a stone that is so hot, bringing a thought about another thought multiplied by four and divided by six only to be made again and turned into a singable tune washed away by sunlight vanishing in red silk or maybe something greener than that, a capsule of courage or another mix of sensorial markers to drift away into the most pleasant diving...While one can thus enjoy the ride, a cloud in a very small but significant strategy changes shape from a little goat to the host of a rainbow and paints the paper into glittering colours and the earth spinning in a perfect circle might for once, for the pleasure of the dreamy harmony turn to some square edges from which a root can be extracted... There is life again, there is empathic water, nature and power, a brilliant airmass just slightly ungently bringing some lightning,  selecting the electric essence from a signal tormenting parallel words with a meaning quite close to the worlds among us..... Accessing minds, souls and sounds where a wave can bring a little bit of everything is the strongest resource of living, being and existing ... or at least it is currently felt thus...

The key --- how to read a story

  All that has now come to show is just another face of reality... no corners are untouchable when a fingernail points out to the core and strikes the midnight hour as someone awaits on the bridge to say goodbye to another unsolved mistery... Once upon a time there was a story in a book and it captured all stories in the world in a small drop of acid falling on top of the red fragrance of a Summer flower changing the whole chemical aspect of matter and matters.... The neutral part of one can never speak before the dawn when what is to be discarded shall fade in the forgetful pages of a novel written just in time for bed and perfectly out of time for a well mastered arty frame drawing souls on the wall of a church where only a lullaby can play the echo of the past left to linger for eternity in a temporarily perpetual paradox of radiant frequency.
    There, beyond the stars and out onto cold stone, wood or whatever worldly element might cool down the feet of a tired strider of these lands, there lies an answer key to the way of reading all the stories that had been previously written and engraved in beautiful sculptures of perfection on the hearts of spirits to be only summoned at night, to sing a flowy lament and to vanish into cloudpouder... the scientists who contradict this might have never had a dream out of their own mind and the fear of going beyond everything there is might still master their idea of living life and playing with the exit sign because they cannot see its luminous glow... However they too shall some day read a story that will change their ballance on ground and make them dive away from an anxious suspicion into the hypersensitivity of what was once a tale and a brick of gravity for the standing horisons... May the one who finds the key open the lockers of all forgotten and forgetful hearts!!!

Ines and the Storyteller ( unedited prototype version)

  We joined hands and started talking about alliances in the dark... When the day shall shine light upon these lands I shall be gone and now until my departure I have to play with my magical pencil, drawing and denying my own small flash... The milk is cold... the old portuguese houses, the lady Ines listening to my talk on ideologies, on wars and soldiers on what I saw upon my journey, the calm summer night emerging by our sides covering the face of my host with a shadow of mistery. I cannot drink the milk because it is so pure and tasty that my touch might even hurt the whiteness but Ines encourages me with a smile and begins to sing. I like it when she sings for her voice is sweet and calm. I take the milk and wish it were hot so that it might help me sleep early. I want to leave at dawn and maybe all the signs of blood on my body shall be cleared and my fever subsided by then. She keeps on singing and the milk turns suddenly hot in my hand. Stunned I keep on trying to find out what is wrong however Ines transfigures the once calm and sweet notes into something different. The wild tones of her voice take me up to the image of a harsh jungle and as my bones ache in pain and questions the metallic inflections of the song turns Ines into a precious stone of alchemy by a golden dusty light mixture. She cannot stop summoning fire and flames twisting her dress in her dance of illusion. She takes a pair of beautiful wings and hands them over to me as I fly by a song of ancestral reminders holding a small bit of fire in my hands and building up castles with guilded towers. A pegasus strikes midnight with a fabulous wing and from behind the clock, an old man appears with his eternal bag of sleepy sand washing my tears away with a river and throwing me in a hot dense soft pouder wrapped by a fairy on a black restful rose . I am now so small I might as well be detected with a nano camera or some fantastic digital tool on a way to reality... What kind of borring story did I tell Ines so that she turned me to innitial stardust? She told me I could stay at her house if I told her a story and accepted to listen to her singing which was no hard task.... Now she threw an upset eye on the mirror where she could see my whole existence created by her waves of melody.   The wise angel with a shining sword struck three at night and fire came to me once more purifying what I used to be while aching my dehydration with hot softness... Four, five and six the small hours under a big pressure with four kings, five knights and six piano keys subsequently hiding or revealing me till dawn, till the iceman frose her song and kissed my forhead with a cold texture of awakening cries... I run out to the Sun out of the house from which Ines had dissappeared and tasted the sweetness of a portuguese orange. I do not know what that really was but I know that I should not take life that seriously any longer and....... instead of fearing the pain and hostilities of the world I should really understand the impact of a good story. If I happen to come by your house all tired and asking for shelter host me with love and I shall bring the beauty of night as your storyteller......

something quite deep, without a precise title and mostly unedited

...... Talking to the evening, asking it to bring a kind dream for the night.. the orders of the Milky Way might find a new song, a new element in scriptography without any precise meaning.... Subsequently the stars twist and turn in a series of words above the world and in a moment the knight covers the sky in night, his black wings swirling the steam from the late cup of tea and the last bedtime story is told before the final * good night* prayer.

   The lights are gone but there is still a glow of the entities watching over the world and if you notice the small red lights between the stars maybe you could send them a smile.

   Someones already did that...

1. HIM

   I feel so much more abstract as day turns to night.. I wrote my soul on a peace of stone and sent it flying until I broke the window of a heart with the endless love of tears... I never chose but have been chosen through gentle pain and ink of artistic tangled surroundings that brought me from one place to another space and as my dimmensional consciousness radiantly flashes my spiritual reflections on her eyebrow I take that which is mine but just for a moment until I belong no more... and the frame again and I give away and I fall and rise in an endless search... I send them a smile and they might take me...

2. HER

   What is the signifiant and the deep? Where lies a concentrated brain there also lies a strategy of hiding and where there is a mother there shall be earth and sacrifice... I saw the whole genesis and wrote the story of this earthly wonder through objective perspectives, through technical feelings and unspoken proposals.... My task was to learn the universal lullaby for all generations and why it made them sleep they never asked... when darkness came they withdrew to the protection of the inner core of my central magnets and close their eyes to dive within.. I have always been ballanced but this time I thought of changing from a solar satelite into a different figure... They answered at my smile and now I am happy... weather I float or dive they might still take me...

3. HIM and HER- THEM

  Non-parasitic but ever existing, ever twins, ever children, ever him and ever her, of earth and atmosphere, of essence, of purity, fragile and brave with fair thoughts, spinning through endlessness to keep the generations in their continuous rhythm of movement, drawing the widest and largest forests, montains and seas, having geography as an useful friend of the wise historian who shall take charge of waving a crown of stars over his head and into the stories of old.. never turning their back on each other us the brothers, us the formers and the lovers of nature, air and stone , born and reborn and reinvented again shall lead struggles to the light... and now we smile and they might take us....

  The Milky Way has turned into silk of smiles and energies of the wildest... As the Universe shall expand in times to come we might as well smile upon it and in the wonder of that small red glow, our journey might bring a feeling of glory and lust so that knowledge and strength might make one s feeling so as to belong more than worth living......

Lasers, fractals and emotions ( unedited)

      The snoflake is very smooth and cold at the touch, just like a human soul with no hurtful intention. I have a warm laser implanted in my heart and the glowing light directs a silky ray towards my palm where the snoflake has a realm of dwelling for the time being. Within it there are thousands of snoflakes alike which all unite as one when forming a whole and all separate into perfect divisions of the same consisting matter when taken individually living in this perfect continuity of a misterious mass. As my heart steps faster the laser melts away that flaky form and turns it all into melting water of which I can distinguish between the multitude of atoms. Spirals within spirals which take me deeply daydreaming of a mirrorlike frame which shapes and reshapes a static point through which countless lines of all measurable and unmeasurable dimmensions stop to greet the moment of general genessis. This fascinating reflex of producing what was there again and again in such a mindful flow makes the roots of the plant take not only nutrients from the Earth but also feelings of the past which they keep telling like a melodic story to the Sun each moment they turn towards him. He feels them and tells the other figures of life superior to our possible knowledge and thus, the fallen stars that take a bow for a human wish can be no more than emotions which earthly generations drowned in tears that stayed with the soil until the wize stars took them into consideration in a kind of integral priority list. The flake which shall one day be rain and snow again with his own phenomenal story is now a full share of my mindly philosophy as it fragments and fragments without an end only to become itself again for what is old becomes new when the new turns into old. And so the triangles within others that simple neuroperception defines as optical illusions are actually a sequence of infinity if one feels the desire to go further on the path of finding the middle of that perfect circle visible only to the kindest heart. My eyes are now heavy with years of dreaming and so I feel the need of asking for a new laser so that my heart could also depict what it holds within for the ones to come and stand here where I stood... It might be an incredible irony, a spiritual trick or maybe an essential healing method but if you have a better laser, please at least do let me know for I want to invest all my emotions with it!!