The winter snow came overnight, silent and peaceful, preceded by doomsday news and overserious warnings of bad weather. It blanketed the stained ground with its beautiful pure white but ceded in the morning to the human toil in clearing the roads for the blood flow of the economy to run smoothly. The sun came throughContinue reading “The snow that came last night”
Author Archives: Adrian Cluciu
The Beauty of Mine and the Jeep
The beautiful girl of mine dreamt about a car, a naughty one that can surpass the mountains, through the snow, through muds and rough terrain like the horse of a mythical hero. Some girls dream about the prince on the white horse, but mine dreamt only about the white horse. She didn’t need the princeContinue reading “The Beauty of Mine and the Jeep “
OF EXCLUSION AND INCLUSION
The history of human civilization is a continuous chain of events that improved the way people chose to live together. The superiority of human mind over other mammals made a stark difference from the very beginning. Humans have assimilated beings and things, accumulating and eliminating on their own will and their own needs. As longContinue reading “OF EXCLUSION AND INCLUSION”
Of Dogs and Humans
We all know there is no better animal friend to the human than a dog. All their unconditional love, the unlimited friendship and total submission to the will of human has made the dog part of the human homestead since over 10,000 years ago. We all well know it the dog is the direct descendantContinue reading “Of Dogs and Humans”
Wy’east
It took me forty five Septembers to get to Wy’east – aka Mount Hood, the way the European settlers named it – from Poieni Peak, a mountain summit in Western Romania mountains underneath which shadow I grew up. I never had this target as a goal, but the unpredictable and the very fortune of magicContinue reading “Wy’east”
The Man in The Ice Cream Truck
The ice cream truck is pulling over by the poolside. The old man driving it barely looks at the lawn, a perfect stretch of grass surrounding the cemented pavement circling the clear blue pool of water. There are but just a few swimmers, lapping tediously. They make their moves perfectly, almost no splashes around them.Continue reading “The Man in The Ice Cream Truck”
Three Years
The following could only have been written in Romanian… Trei ani s-au scurs, ca intr-o clipa, ca zbaterea aripilor unui fluture, nesimtita si neauzita, ca si timpul care in al sau peren zbor trece pe langa noi, pe langa bucuriile noastre, pe langa suferintele noastre. Ce ne ramane din zbaterea de zi cu zi suntContinue reading “Three Years”
A WALK WITH THE GHOSTS OF GABRIEL BYRNE
A half way through book review of Gabriel Byrne’s Walking with Ghosts book (Reading Walking with Ghosts by Gabriel Byrne, at Mizies, May 20th, 2021) Isn’t it strange, how reading other people’s memories you will find small passages of your own memories accurately described? It’s an illuminating surprise to find that others have lived theContinue reading “A WALK WITH THE GHOSTS OF GABRIEL BYRNE”
THE DEBRIS OF MY CHILDHOOD
A few months ago, my beloved and I were enjoying the ruins of a ghost town in the Death Valley. Masterfully adapted to satisfy the tourist’s taste, the town, or what it used to be a town, stood stubbornly in the desert facing the merciless winds and the unbearable heat of a sun that seemsContinue reading “THE DEBRIS OF MY CHILDHOOD”
I am not Jeremiah
I am not Jeremiah Johnson I don’t kill any Crow, I don’t face any enemies Neither do I eat their livers. I am not a coward Neither I have any courage, I carry my worries On the saddle of a fancied pony. I like the wilderness But I am a tamed one, I long forContinue reading “I am not Jeremiah”
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