she was gone

whatever.

Si cainele?!

well?

back to china...

back to china... statea ea. singura.. doar cu cainele care sa-i aduca aminte de civilizatie. am sunat-o...dar o voce neutra (si oarecum vesela!) mi-a raspuns ca nu poate fi contactata. Ar putea fi Shanghai inceputul epopeei mele.?! Incercarea de a o regasi?! Am luat-o incet la vale intr-un taxi si am cerut sa ajung in cel mai apropiat sat "vindecator". Am ajuns in acel sat. Eram vindecat. (contra sumei de 30 $!). 6 zile mai incolo eram fericit si zambeam la taximetrist. Eram in Tibet. Taximetristul zambea si el... Si, de fapt, nu era niciun taximetrist. Era un tovaras de calatorie. ... Si i-am zis si lui (intr-o mare inspiratie de la Dzeu,... care o fi ala?): "Cautam o femeie care are impresia ca moare... De ce moare?! ....DE CE MOARE?) S-a destainuit: " ... Am gasit-o oarecum moarta... cu un pachet de Marlboro in mana... NU era moarta)... Brusc mi-a fost dor... Am fugit...

A rare case of obsession being in love...

Yes my firends: a rare case of obsession being in love. Contradiction?! ... Where that might be?! Obsession vs. being in love... Where is the godammit contradiction? When you're in in love, common sense says that you're in a sort of "outta of your mind state. Focused on the Other. Centered on the OtHER" What happends when the OtHER dosen't love you anymore but you still love her?!... You're obsessed... A rare case of obsession being in love.That's what I feel.