
“This game started with a pretty house. A pretty bus with no driver. A pretty box… and a pretty girl.”
Cap ou pas cap?

“This game started with a pretty house. A pretty bus with no driver. A pretty box… and a pretty girl.”
Cap ou pas cap?


A long forgotten era. The present. Both at the same time.
La teatrul Elisabeta, asta seara a fost un concert numit “Bach by Night” in colaborare cu fundatia George Enescu care a adus muzicieni de la filarmonica cu aceleasi nume si de la Baroc Athenaeum Ensemble sa cante muzica de Bach in Romania.
Am ajuns acolo cu vreo 2 ore mai devreme decat trebuia, ca au gresit afisele si in loc sa inceapa la 7 incepea la 8 si nu era bine ca se batea cu alte chestii de ale mele, drept urmare am plecat.
Acasa am luat programul, l-am cautat pe Youtube si m-am apucat de ascultat. Da, stiu nu e chiar aceeasi chestie, dar ne adaptam. Chiar eram curios cum suna muzica din asta live.
Astea erau afisate pe program:
Concluzii:

“Sebina didn’t die right away. She was a gymnast. She wanted to win the gold medal in the Olympics.
– I’ll get you the best artificial legs in the world, I told her.
Someone found one of her sneakers, the ones that light up. So I made the stupidest bet with myself: As long as this sneaker flashes she will be alive.
And I lost.”

Viata la curtea reginei Maria Antoaneta cu putin timp inaintea revolutiei franceze.

Film. Teatru. Teatru in film. Teatru in teatru. Film in teatru.

Le printemps.
L’ete.
L’automne.
L’hiver.

“Insane or not, Rudy was always destined to be Liesel’s best friend. A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.”

“You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you.”