DREAMS

I was standing on a crag, overhanging a steep canyon and gazing down. The wind was blowing hard in the pitch-black night, stabbing me with cold icicles. My large shirt bellied out like a sail fat with wind and I was feeling like a balloon, ready to be sucked into the whirlwind. I strove hard to perceive something in the darkness around me. There was nothing to catch at. My strength failed me. I had no hope. I let myself drop into the abyss, arms wide open.

After a long flight, I hit the rocky soil. I was smashed into smithereens but, to my surprise, I was not dead. I could feel every single particle of my body living apart.
My blood penetrated the thirsty ground and was carried away by the phreatic waters. I explored the entire Earth under this form.
I wandered inside a crow’s stomach when it ate my right eye. Then I discovered I could control that bird.
I could control the ants that consumed my brain. I could control every creature that ate me, ate those that had eaten me or were born from those that had eaten me or had drunken my blood.
And there I was, controlling the whole Earth, my blood feeding the planet, my brain thinking for it.
And yet, I was still standing on that steep rugged rock.

Finally, I raised my eyes to the stars. I would get there too…

But suddenly it all stopped sharply - all I could see was the whiteness of the ceiling above me. My dream was over…

Note: Don’t shoot me, I’m only the translator…

Did Chinese Discover America?

I do not read as much as I used to, and that’s a shame. In fact, I believe I read more, but something else replaced the books I would “eat” every day of the “golden epoch”. Now it’s the pile of newspapers, the flux of information from various websites… Tons of releases, declarations, messages, letters. So I rarely read a “regular” book. And almost never fiction. 

One of the latest books I ran across is “1421, The Year China Discovered America”, by Gavin Menzies. Continue reading ‘Did Chinese Discover America?’

Here I go…

As I see it, almost everybody has a blog today. Even old Nea Nelu Cotrocelu’s got one… Who would’ve expected it? So, what the heck… Let others see what’s coming to my mind, let’em tear my posts to shreds. There’s always place for something good, however…

Life’s been good to me. Sometimes. Not always. I’ve seen a lot, I’ve lived a lot, but it ain’t time to say stop. There’s a lot of other things to do. Until the Almighty calls me…