De data asta mi e dor de:
- zambile la 10.000 (sau or fi fost 50 anul asta, de 8 martie?)
-ghiocei de aia semiofiliti (tot la 10.000)
- cafea najpa in OK (am impresia ca s a inkis, era barul din Tudor unde trebuia sa ne facem card de fidelitate in timpul facultatii)
- fostul Cannabis, actualul Blues something najpa
- eclere home made
-chec
- caine
- duminica dimineata in patul meu adevarat cu soare printre crengile nucului. Si cuibul de gugustiuci
- Copou
Obivously, pot sa traiesc si fara lucrurile astea. Still, azi am chef de zambile....
It would appear someone had fun during college :)
AntwortenLöschenI was always interested in the psychological development of, well, "missing" things. With people, it's much easier to understand (we're social animals, we're supposed to get attached to one another). But things? It must be that you gave these objects a special significance (which might be discovered if I employ deductive tools and notions of socio-anthropology for this worthy goal!).
As I was never much delighted by cut flowers (thinking that the very act of plucking/cutting is very unfair towards them), I've never enjoyed, like you, specimens of Galanthus nivalis (known commonly as 'snowdrops' or, in our native vernacular, 'ghiocei') - let alone withered ones! It is of course a matter of interpretation and remembrance. Not being female, I've never been assaulted on women's day by throngs of goofy admirers, holding tenderly any number and species of vegetal lifeforms in bloom. With you, on the other hand, it might be a different matter - and it seems you enjoyed it at least occasionally.
So it might be that you miss not the Galanthus nivalis itself, but the social rituals, and indeed, the society which you associate with it. There is often, I noticed, an entire world of memories, sensations, scents and passions encapsulated in some small object from our past, or even in a name - wasn't the same thing happening with Proust and his madeleines?
Could it be that you subconsciously miss the poetry of spring, impersonated by a snowdrop? (Which poetry was hardly ever there to begin with, but Romanian women are known to dwell and dream at length of unlikely things). Perhaps the snowdrop brings in some way to your mind images of
"La Salutan gl' Augei con lieto canto,
E i fonti allo Spirar de' Zeffiretti
Con dolce mormorio Scorrono intanto:
Vengon' coprendo l' aer di nero amanto
E Lampi, e tuon
I believe this thing has a limit on the no of characters of any comment...
AntwortenLöschenSo there goes forever, in the netherworld of the cyberspace, my psychoanalysis of your longing for specimens of Galanthus nivalis.
I am very upset.
:) am citit pasionata
AntwortenLöschenmie mi-era dor de muream de pufuleti, as fi curioasa ce inseamna asta?
You got me :) i give up...
AntwortenLöschenI also think I comment waaay too much on this blog.
who is Rome's???
AntwortenLöschenAveam sa intreb cine esti tu :D
AntwortenLöschenI have no ideea who Rome's is, but I think he should make a blog called "comments on AW's blog" :) cause his comments are very consistent (that is like a...compliment).
As for the psycho-shrinky-analysis, no, I don't miss the male presence associated with the hyacinths and snow drops, but them alone. because of spring or because of home, I don't remember at this hour.
And if you don t like cut flowers - don't read the next post - it's bout a zoo :).