Andalusia

Yesterday I came back from Andalusia; every day I thought of the many words I'd be putting on this post, the thoughts I'd be able to transform into letters and the joy I'd feel later, when reading these pages... once again, I was wrong. I'm "somewhat" stubborn and it takes me a while to learn... I cannot do it! I can only say that no book or picture can depict the miracle that is Alhambra... a paradise in the south of my spiritual heaven, which is Spain; nothing can bring you more joy than a reinforced friendship, the proof that you haven't been creating a reality based on straws; and, finally, Don Antonio... after 7 years...
Andalusia, you were in my heart before, now I've become you.

Romeo and Juliet at "La luna"

Tonight my friends took me to "La luna", a club where every Thursday evening people get together to listen to stories, jokes, legends and such other tales narrated by various... artists, why not? I've been wanting to go for a long time, but tonight I did not feel like getting out of the house (as if I stood a chance!). I eventually decided to go and found myself listening to stories about... love, indeed! Did they know I was going or what?
Well, there was one story that almost had me stand up while clapping. What can I do? No matter what I might say or how I might act, deep down inside I'm a hopeless romantic. It's an imaginary tale inspired by the Shakespearean play "Romeo and Juliet"... and it goes something like this:

As he lived in a different city and was not able to see Juliet, Romeo sent a messenger to Verona with a letter for his lover. The only problem was that this messenger did not only carry letters, but also mortal diseases, since he traveled through so many cities (and about all diseases were mortal at the time, right?). Once he reached Verona, he found Juliet and started reading the letter out loud. Before getting the chance to finish it, he fell down and died because of his illness. Everyone who was around ran away, as the illness was contagious, but Juliet, out of her deep love for Romeo, took the letter from the messenger's hand and continued reading the rest. Upon having finished reading the letter she died, struck by the same illness. Her love was much stronger than the fear of death...

Too bad I can't tell the story as the guy did :(! And it sounded so much better in Spanish :P! I know it's kind of exaggerated, but it was simply beautiful... !
My roommates' reaction: "Very romantic, it's true, but extremely stupid, as well!" NO, it's not stupid, it's true love, something so rare nowadays... I know, I know, I'm not being reasonable! Blah!

Despre iubire... si nimic

Am fost primita in intimitatea unei povesti de dragoste. O poveste pe cat de intriganta, pe atat de frumoasa, de plina de speranta, de reala. Nu este a mea... dar imi confirma atatea idealuri pe care eu ma incapatanam sa le consider detalii imposibile!
Aparentele se nasc din ideile noastre preconcepute.

Universal valabil? Nu stiu. Pentru mine, da. Simplu... intr-un cantec, nu si in viata.


Eugenio Finardi - Un uomo

Seasons of Love - Rent

I wouldn't want to end 2006 on a sad note, not even on this blog, so I went to the cast of "Rent" for some help. What better way to describe a year?

Why Do Some Women Love Some Men?

Sorry, but, as I've said before, I'm not that much into generalizations, so I just had to use the word "some". Also, I am not going to explain any of my points... I believe they're clear enough.

1. Because they make us feel protected.
2. Because they have the most wonderful smile and eyes.
3. Because they surprise us with: lovely gestures, kind words and perfect sincere replies we didn't even know we were waiting for.
4. Because they don't lie; they'd rather say "I can't really tell you" (reminder: I said some men).
5. Because they oscillate between feeling proud and not being too sure about their qualities.
6. Because sometimes they need our encouragement and support.
7. Because they open their heart and want us to do the same thing.
8. Because they are smart.
9. Because sometimes they'll give up and agree with us, just so that we'd feel better, although we know they're right.
10. Because we can still sense their perfume after they leave (it'd better be a good one, of course).
11. Because they don't think we are crazy when we talk to them about telepathy.
12. Because they know when it's time to change the tone, from sweet to "harsh" and viceversa.
13. Because they remember things we might have forgotten.
14. Because they have us thinking about making love at the most "unusual" hours, whichever those may be.
15. Because they make us forget our fears, even though they may have a few of their own.
16. Because they put so much passion into what they do.
17. Because they determine us to be interested in things we proclaim to hate.
18. Because they are patient.
19. Because they make seem like a breeze whatever we may find awkward or complicated.
20. Because they are funny.
21. Because we can't be mad at them, not for too long, at least... they have a few tricks up their sleeve just for this kind of situations.
22. Because they let us know when something bothers them.
23. Because they make us wonder, but know when to step up and make things clear.
24. Because they care about the little things we pretend not to be so important.
25. Because they feel at ease on the dance floor.
26. Because they just won't give up when they feel we don't want them to, although we say the opposite.
27. Consequently, because they know what we want.
28. Because they let us dream and sometimes join us in doing so.
29. Because sometimes they help us turn dreams into reality.
30. Because they look great in a suit, as well as when wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
31. Because they sense when something is wrong.
32. Because they pay attention to what we have to say.
33. Because there's no one else like them.
34. Because they try to tell us otherwise.
35. Because they exist.
36. Because...

The list is endless... it's just the time and space that won't let me go on.

One Fine Day

Extremely inspired things I've done today:

- there was a cd cover on my desk that bothered me, so I took it and... went into the kitchen to get some yogurt, which can be usually found in the fridge. I replaced the yogurt with the cd cover, of course... and left it there for about an hour (come on, everybody's done something similar :) ! )
- I had to go talk to one of my professors, to whose office I had never been before. I went to a different professor's office, of course. She let me in, was happy to see me... didn't know how to tell her I was in the wrong place, so we chatted for 20 minutes or so...
- I went to the cafeteria, took a salad from the shelf, looked for something else, didn't find anything interesting, so I headed for the exit... holding the salad, of course. Thank God a colleague of mine noticed!
- I took the subway train in the opposite direction... and realised it after only 4 stops, of course.
- at home, again, I wanted to eat a sandwich... prepared all the ingredients, made a great sandwich, then wrapped it and put it in a bag, of course. I remembered afterwards that I had actually planned to eat it... then, not the day after.

Hope tomorrow goes better, or I'll end up somewhere close to Tierra del Fuego, holding only my backpack and a different cd cover while trying to become friends with the alacalufes (this is to show you I also had good moments and paid attention in class :D ).

Another Test... I Am a Realistic Romantic, They Say...

You can tell I'm not that busy, can't you :)) ?

You Are A Realistic Romantic

It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.You're still taken in by love poems and sunsetsYou just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!

Are You Romantic or Realistic?

Astazi si mereu



La multi ani, mamica mea scumpa! Sunt cu gandul si sufletul langa tine si mamaita :) .

Don't Know

A few days ago I watched "Match Point". As people were talking about it, I thought it should be an interesting movie. Indeed, it was. It's been more than a week since I've seen it and I still keep thinking about it. It deals with so many aspects that usually bother me, that go against my principles, but I found myself unable to judge them this time. I don't know why. I actually think I understood them, and this scares me. No, I can't say that I agree with the "solution" he found... but let's not get to that just yet. First of all, I have to say that I don't agree with Woody Allen's point that everything depends on one's luck. Yeah, right, who am I to contradict Woody Allen? Well, I can do whatever I want here :). The main character doesn't get to where he finds himself in the end because of his luck. He has a plan... it's in the "little" things he does: he says he likes opera because he knows rich people usually feel the same way too, at least only because it's a trend. He reads Dostoevsky, without being able to understand a lot, so he resorts to the Penguin "Guide to Dostoevsky"... later on he will use the gathered information to impress his future father-in-law. He slips a word about how smart Tom's sister is... to show a moderate interest, of course. It's important to notice that he never uses words such as "beautiful" when talking about her... this is one of the means the director uses to make the difference between rationality and passion. He keeps offering to pay for things, trying to show that he isn't interested in succeeding by using other's wealth... of course, of course. And many other things...
I don't like movies in which the guy gives in to his lust and hurts the "good girl", the one who is less pretty. Lol! Nevertheless, I couldn't blame J. R. Meyers's character for feeling that way... I just didn't agree with the fact that he still went on and got married... and with the fact that he toyed with both women's emotions. I think I would've understood him better if he had already been married when the other one came along; this doesn't make much sense to me, either, but I don't know... It could've been Jonathan Rhys Meyers's eyes that convinced me... ha, ha, ha!
Getting back to the "luck" matter... indeed, Chris gets lucky in the end, when the wedding ring... but, but... I also find that Woody Allen contradicts himself here. In the begining, the character says that if the ball falls on your side of the court, you lose. The fact is, in the scene I mentioned, the "ball" (aka the wedding ring) falls on his side, but he wins because of that! Again, I don't know...
The ending... a bit too much? That's what I thought at first, but it was the only way to do it without using happy smiles or mawkish break-ups.
Why did I like this movie so much? Don't know. Oh, last thing: I would've never guessed Woody Allen was the director.