Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: De-ale vieţii

  • Quote of the day

    Quote of the day

    “In fact, we humans (and all other organisms) are almost selfless slaves whose entire purpose is to serve our molecular masters. (…) If the gene-centred view is correct, then evolution is nothing at all to do with ‘us’. We are nothing more than sophisticated robots, constructed over 3.5 billion years of mutation and selection to…

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  • On Leaving My Walled Garden

    I hugged each tree trunk one by one, caressed each stalk, each stem, each textured leaf, each evanescent petal that now is a fresh-scented pink and by dawn, sallow, already reeks of wilted tissue and, with eyes closed,I breathed. I breathed and I touched. I mapped bark creases and crevasses, patterns of smoothness and ridges,…

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  • Saying Goodbye to a Tree

    I hugged the tree in my garden yesterday as it spread its arms out into that empty space that summer weaves out of vapor and linden fragrance. I hugged my tree yesterday held it tight bark against cheek and whispered my goodbyes. It felt rooted and rough I entered its shy shade like one enters a…

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  • On love (2)

    “It was as if they had leapt over the arduous calvary of conjugal life and gone straight to the heart of love. They were together in silence like an old married couple wary of life, beyond the pitfalls of passion, beyond the brutal mockery of hope and the phantoms of disillusion: beyond love. For they…

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  • On love

    On love

    “Florentino Ariza, for his part, suddenly asked himself what he would never have dared to ask himself before: what kind of secret life had she led outside of her marriage? Nothing would have surprised him, because he knew that women are just like men in their secret adventures: the same stratagems, the same sudden inspirations,…

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  • On true life

    “The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we’re alone, thinking, feeling, lost in memory, dreamingly self-aware, the submicroscopic moments.” Don DeLillo – Point Omega (2010).

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  • Farewell to 2024 / Haiku

    Farewell to 2024 / Haiku

    to your unlikely silences, your unavowed explosions of joy I listen. I am a boundless receptacle for your corrosive past, your buried pain, your ecstasies; my future secretive, unknown.

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  • My 2024 Retrospective

    It’s that time of the year again: hot cocoa, mulled wine, and… retrospectives. You can read mine (in Romanian) here: https://atelier.liternet.ro/articol/49103/Andreea-Sepi/Drumuri-intre-acasa-si-acasa-sau-viata-ca-un-roller-coaster-2024.html. Or you can follow me on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn and YouTube to see what I’ve been up to and to stay tuned for what I’m doing next! Keep an eye out for my next…

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  • Love Haikus

    Love Haikus

    speaking about love: do not delay cupping your hands to receive its miraculous snow, soft and calm; also do not delay showering it on someone else. what better things have you got to do in this world? the only thing worse than being unloved is having nobody to love. life is a glint of light…

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  • Quotes of the day

    Quotes of the day

    “Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.” – Simone Weil, First and Last Notebooks. “Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer. If we turn our mind toward the good, it is impossible that little by little the whole…

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  • Oamenii

    Oamenii

    (a poem in Romanian) Oamenii se taie cu aplomb unii pe alții Oamenii scot cuțitele și le înfig unii în alții se spintecă sfârtecă eviscerează își produc cicatrici lungi răni adânci găuri prin care poți vedea în zare o bucățică mică mică de albastru Oamenii își cară pumni se învinețesc își rup unii altora nasul…

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  • Carpathian cow-keeper

    Carpathian cow-keeper

    Come, come look at the cows, he says, just cross this little brook, don’t worry it is not too cold, and never mind this blue rope here, I will untie it in no time. I wrap it ‘round the bushes so the cows think it’s electric and don’t get away I tend to about 20…

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