May 24, 2014 at 8:42 pm (Random thoughts) (, , )

Who is that stranger?

That walking by shadow that made my heart pound

That smile that could turn ice into fire

And rock into soft plasticine.

Perhaps astray went my illusion of serenity

Perhaps the dawn of us this day will become.

But at the end of the spiral

It’s cold and dark and full of doubt

And there you are in a secluded shell of bliss

A velvet weapon in your eyes is sheltered

Dragging me through the morning light

And in between the raindrops that caress the earth

Who are you, stranger?

A lonely soul who needs a hand in his;

A martyr with nothing left there to believe in;

Or just a passer by making his way into the other room?

So many questions and yet of no importance

For now I see my heart turned into plasticine.


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A modern fairytale

June 8, 2012 at 9:44 pm (Random thoughts) (, , , , )

(This short story is a parody and should be taken as such. No mean intention 🙂 I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.)

Snow White vs. Cinderella

            Once upon a time there was a pretty blonde, blue-eyed teenager who lived with her parents in a nice town. Truth be told, intelligence was not quite her main virtue, but her beauty brought her so much popularity that she didn’t even think of the concept of intelligence. Actually she didn’t think at all, except for the times when she had to put together her clothes and accessories to form an outfit. We shall call her Snow White.

‘Should I wear a pink skirt for this party? Will my friends figure out that I bought it from sales? Does this pink little bag go well with my shiny leggings? Does this sparkling pink lip gloss suit me well, considering my fifty-quid tan session?’

So many questions…In fact her head was so filled with such dilemmas that she could scarcely managed to come up with creativity. Therefore, however special she was considering herself, she always ended up having almost the same aspect as the other girls with whom she was competing. For there was a real competition and there was a lot of popularity at stake.

One might be inclined to believe that she was the kind of person who did not accept a second opinion, but let me tell you, my dear reader, that you are absolutely wrong about that. Snow White had a blind faith in her mirror’s opinion, mainly because she inherited this habit of talking to the mirror (as well as the mirror itself), from her mother. There was actually a solid reason for this obsessive habit of asking questions to the mirror. A long time ago, Snow White’s mother used to guide her style according to the advice that her mirror had given her, but soon after she got married, step by step, she forgot to ask the mirror about her look, thus neglecting herself to the point that today one could see on her face the ultimate sign of fading: not even the thickest layer of foundation could hide the deep wrinkles on her face. Snow White could not afford such a failure. Therefore, shallow as she may seem, she was actually addicted to the opinion of her mirror.

So there she was, in her room, in the middle of another ‘outfit make up’ session:

‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the pinkest one of all?’

‘Hello sweetheart. Sorry to let you down, but you’re not even close. Your friend, Cinderella, is more impressive than you. Her father bought her a pair of pink shoes that brings her a new shade of elegance.’

‘But my father bought me a one of a kind expensive pink dress with the occasion of My Sweet 16. It’s not fair! I was supposed to be the most popular girl in this town. What can I do? My reputation is at stake. Wait a minute… I’ve got an idea!’

‘I hope you don’t intend to steal one of her shoes…It’s wrong, my darling! It’s absolutely wrong!’

Despite the wise advice of her mirror, Snow White went on with her plan of stealing Cinderella’s shoes. She was so obsessed with the idea of being the most popular girl in her town that she completely forgot about her principles and moral. Her ultimate purpose was to become the shiniest girl in town and to attract the envy of other girls, and she did not care about all the efforts and sacrifices that she had to do in order to fulfil this dream.

Snow White eventually managed to get Cinderella’s shoes, for she was a true master of scams and stratagems. Satisfied with her brand new acquisition, Snow White made her way to her room, anxious to hear her mirror’s answer. She felt like a queen, ready to be crowned. She felt like all her efforts were not in vain, like a novelist who sees his book on the shelf of a library after a lifetime of hard work. Putting on Cinderella’s shoes, Snow White asked again her mirror:

‘Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the pinkest one of all?’

‘It’s you.’ answered the mirror with a cold voice and a complete lack of eagerness.

‘Is that it?’ asked Snow White, very puzzled about her mirror’s reaction.

‘Yes, sweetheart. You finally got what you wanted. You’re more popular than your rival, Cinderella. You finally obtained the status to which you aspired: you’re the most popular girl in this land’

‘Fine. I really deserve this title, am I not? Tell me, little mirror, is Cinderella envious of me?’ asked Snow White.

‘Not at all.’

‘How come?’

‘Well, she never really wanted to be the most popular girl of all. Now she’s happy with her boyfriend, with whom she’s in a steady relationship. She’s also got plenty of friends. She’s not at all envious of you.’

These words brought Snow White to tears. In the end she realised that she’d been so enthralled by futile things that she actually forgot about the things that really matter, one of them being friendship. She figured out that no one wanted to be her friend any longer. And what was even worse: she might be the most popular girl in her land, but all this is worthless, because she doesn’t have a prince to live with forever and ever after.

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“Plato’s Cave” or how I stood still.

March 18, 2012 at 2:59 pm (Random thoughts) (, , )

We are told that it is right to stand up, to make our way out of the cage through knowledge and then to enjoy the marvelous light of the sun. In other words to escape from the universe of darkness and shadows and ignorance we live in. But is there really a path to lead us outside the cave? For even if we manage to get out of the cave, a cave leads to another bigger cave, and so on. And before asking if it is useful to exit the cave, one must reflect beforehand whether or not is even possible to exit it. Because the fire in the cave did not appear by itself; and it wasn’t set at random in the cave either.

So who set the fire into the cave for the first time?

It’s like in the game of chess, when the only available move is not to move. It’s like walking on end on a path and realizing that you actually made no step forwards, because whoever created that path made sure that it’s taking nowhere. So, instead of trying to get out of a labyrinth designed by default to not let anyone get out of there, one should rather change the direction. Towards the inside.

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On love

July 14, 2011 at 7:10 pm (Random thoughts)

A friend once told me that life shouldn’t be ‘measured’ through the moments when you breathe, but rather through the moments when you feel that you cannot breathe anymore. Paradoxically enough, there’s an infinity of numbers and yet very few such moments to be quantified. What is love? A pathological feeling or a perpetual process of autosuggestion? As the philosophy teacher asked the whole class: why do we love people and why do people love us? Out of will or out of admiration? Can we really use the words ‘love’ and ‘why’ in the same sentence? Some consider love a variable of time, that is to say, the strength of the feeling is given by the length of the relationship. (These people usually end up realizing that ‘the significant other is not who they thought he/she was’).  In my opinion, true love does not lie, true love does not reproach, true love doesn’t care about acne or cellulite, nor about the tousled hair in the morning, true love does not seek for revenge or punishment, true love does not support the idea of polygamy, nor does it impose monogamy, true love cannot be bought with money and a fancy car, true love cannot be bought with lipstick, foundation and mascara either,  true love does not seek to invade the other person’s life; true love only seeks to know.


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Dennis Gansel: “Die Welle” (2008)

May 8, 2011 at 7:20 pm (Random thoughts)

I really enjoyed watching this film. After the first ten minutes I couldn’t help asking myself: If the “abominable political regime” called communism would be implemented again in Romania, having in mind that the population is now aware of its flaws and its long-term tragic consequences (heck, they witnessed them firsthand), would people even realise that/what it’s being implemented? The answer is, of course, no. This film explains exactly why: because 25 years ago, when communism was abolished, we actually treated the symptom, not the cause of the society’s real infection. The problem is still there, latent, waiting to explode.  But identifying the issues of society was not what I had in mind when I started writing this post.

There was something in this film that I didn’t agree with, and to be more specific, its end. Actually I was completely shocked when I saw that a man who dared to break the silence and prove the fact that there was indeed something wrong with us all was eventually imprisoned. I mean, he was charged with what? With showing to some people that they have no ability to analyse a situation and to make a decision on their own? After all, Herr Wegner didn’t kill that student; he didn’t even suggest him to commit suicide, he never forced anyone to do anything, and what’s even more ironic, his lecture was optional…. Rainer Wegner’s imprisonment at the end of this film was the ultimate proof that no one learned anything from this experiment.

Some say that the film is “unrealistic” because everything happened too fast and was too extreme – the action takes place during a week. I reckon that the week in question is merely a symbol, and I tend to perceive the days of the week (clearly delimited in the film) as the end of a stage and the beginning of another within the whole process of implementation of ‘dictatorship’.

Another subtlety was contained in the scene where the students chose the name of their group. There was a brainstorming where only the ideas of those abiding by the rules of the group have been taken into consideration. At a certain point, Karo came up with the name “die Veränderers (eng. those who change)” and everybody else in that room rejected her idea. Pretty reluctant to the idea of change, I’d say.

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”I love you!”so much

January 26, 2011 at 6:00 pm (Random thoughts)

Is it that important to say “I love you”? There are relationships that actually rely on the perpetual utterance of these words. But when you think it through, you realise that if you say it too often, that is, in moments where you don’t really feel overwhelmed by this feeling, it becomes nothing but a mechanical habit. So why spoil it?

There are people who believe that if their significant other doesn’t say those three words several times a day, then his/her feeling is not for real. But we already know that words are not the only way to express thoughts and feelings. Sometimes non verbal communication conveys more information than the words alone; not to mention the fact that body language cannot lie. 🙂 So if you feel passion in your beloved one’s kiss, if you feel that when he cuddles you, he does it with enough strength to shatter you, if you see tenderness in his eyes when he’s looking at you, the linguistic expression of these gestures is redundant.  I’m not saying that we shouldn’t say “I love you” at all, but it’s better off to say it spontaneously than to say it as if you were performing a task from your to-do list.

In my opinion, as stupid as it may seem, everybody loves by means of “I love you”.  So because my love is different from other people’s love, I show it in my own way. And in my way of showing love and affection, the words “I love you” play a very insignificant part.

Oh, and the ‘measurements’ of this linguistic expression are… 🙂 (trying to stop laughing)…puerile.

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I. Bergman: “Fängelse”- (1949)

December 12, 2010 at 11:07 am (Random thoughts)

If there were a hell, what would it look like? Would it have monsters prone to hurt everyone standing in their way? Would it be founded on competition and segregation? Would there be an invisible fire fed by loneliness and godlessness, to burn our guilty conscience? Would people waste their energy in the pursuit of something over which they have no control? Would they deliberately mine for petrol through the pitch? Would it look like the world that we live in, as the Maths professor was suggesting in the beginning of the film? A world governed by greed, violence and lack of probity: Brigitta Carolina “works” as a prostitute, even though we can figure out that she’s far more intelligent than the normal requirements for this job. Then why is she doing that? The answer : she’s persuaded to do that by her own fiancé, a man for whom the purpose justifies the means to such an extent that he’s capable of participating in the killing of his own new born child because he sees in this child a menace for his financial situation. (The only income of this ‘family’ was ensured by Brigitta Carolina’s job). And as if this weren’t enough, the person committing this murder is actually Brigitta’s sister; she compares the act of killing a newborn to that of drowning a kitten. Moreover, Brigitta Carolina eventually gives her consent for this murder.  What can possibly be worse than that?

Do you think that Brigitta Carolina is a martyr? Some might be inclined to believe that she is enduring those cruelties in the name of love but she’s actually wandering hopelessly, crumbled and wept away, knowing that this world has nothing left to offer her. This explains her choice to return to her old life and home (her ex-fiancé and the woman who killed her baby), although she loved Thomas and the feeling was mutual. Can a martyr be a martyr without hoping?

The film is not a cliffhanger; in fact it has a predictable end: Brigitta Carolina’s spiritual cancer finally kills her, in the climax of the atonement for her sins.

One last point: what would Freud or Jung say about Brigitta Carolina’s dream? 😉


To the memory of Brigitta Carolina:

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We can be aliens

December 4, 2010 at 3:40 pm (Random thoughts)

Well not proper aliens, but more like the alleged alien from K-Pax. At first I thought that Prot was a schizophrenic, but actually he was nothing more than a person with a higher level of enlightenment of the spirit than the average. It’s funny how sometimes the two come to be confounded, isn’t it?

Coming back to the term ‘alien’, in my opinion, its meaning was restricted in this film to a superior state of the spirit that is able to cure and to change things for the better. In other words, when your mind would be strong enough to identify the problem and to realise that it can also solve it, then you’ll figure out that a doctor, however good he may be, cannot do the job better than yourself.  “All beings have the capacity to cure themselves.” But we kind of seem to have forgotten it and prefer to put our blind trust into a person whose only advantage is to have read a bunch of theory and performed some exercise to see how it works in practice; a person called ‘doctor’. See, what people don’t understand is that a doctor does not cure you; he only shows you how to cure yourself.

Another interesting idea in this film is the questioning of some principles that we take for granted. An example of the kind would be the so-called policy ‘an eye for an eye’, which happens to be the principle on which our society was founded and which according to Prot ‘is known throughout the universe for its stupidity.’ This makes anarchy, which is in fact a pretty nice regime, unsuitable for the human community because people are still scared of the absence of laws, instead of that stupid duo – reward & punishment – that unfortunately has deep roots in their minds.

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