Author: ghetran

Working Sunday

There´s nothing like waking up at 7 on a Sunday morning to boost your self esteem! 😉 Haha! Especially if you´ve had trouble sleeping, like I have lately.

Joke aside, work is one of the few areas where I still feel on top of things, so it was good t0 fly to Trondheim with an attorney I´m buddies with and that tried his best to fit me into his schedule just so he wouldn´t have to use another interpreter. If that´s not flattering, I don’t know what is. 😉 And right now I´ll settle for professional flattery any day! So sick and tired of the other type of flattery, I wish I were plain looking sometimes. It would be so comforting, people would have to peel one layer at a time, like an onion. Or not peel anything at all. Which would leave me better off than now, anyways. :-/

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Lover

Good bye, sweet lover

Wish I could say you were a blast,

But I don´t do blast

I only do love or sorrow.

 

When I told that to the psychologist,

He didn´t raise an eyebrow,

He simply said- it´s your way

And I thought to myself- Finally!

Somebody understands

Even if I pay him to do so,

It´s kind of empowering anyways.

 

I have a date tonight

High heels and red lips

The usual “trick”

Wonder if I can trick myself into it, too.

 

January, 2016

“Migrant writers”

Yesterday I attended an exciting event where three writers who´d escaped war or oppressive regimes talked about their story and discussed literature as being universally relevant, no matter what one chooses to write about. I couldn´t agree more with the last part, in fact, that´s why reading is such a journey, both for the mind and for the soul, in my opinion. If you only read about things you already know about, it wouldn´t be this enriching.

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The concept of “migrant writers” was launched and one of them said that the politically correct term now would be “intercultural writers”. I like both appellations, but I agree that the second is better constructed. In fact, the migration part is hardly the interesting one, the fact that one has combined different cultures within oneself is the point.

They touched the topic of how one changes personality from language to language and I smiled to myself, knowing that it´s so true in my case, although I feel at ease in both Romanian, Norwegian and English, it´s in Romanian I can really make people crack up.

I realised the only thing I´ve ever really wanted was to write. I don´t think I have the commitment and discipline to become a “real writer”, but there´s nobody stopping me from writing, nevertheless.

Cheers for that! Have a great weekend! I´m set on having a good one! 😉

xxx, Alina

 

 

Me

I´m not defining myself through love,

I know I´m enough on my own

I only wish I could forward this affection

Towards my neglected self

Instead of everyone else.

 

I´m so tired, oh so tired

Won´t you hold me for a while

Don´t say a word,

Just let me have a sigh on your shoulder

The silent kind,

The one that doesn´t change a thing,

But leaves you hollow.

 

January 2016

 

 

 

 

Like you love me

Kiss me like you love me

Is my favourite line nowadays

It works, but then it doesn´t.

 

I want you to see me for my soul

Not this pretty shell

Love my nakedness, baby

I don´t want to grow a skin.

 

I should learn how to be by myself

Shouldn´t be hard

I kind of like being alone

It´s just me I´m not sure that I like.

 

January 2016

 

 

Taste

You taste like summer and fall at once

Like ripe figs and quinces, too

Potent and sugary,

But your skin is bitter-sweet.

 

I could lie in your arms for a short eternity,

Run your fingers through my hair

They feel like a gentle snow storm

The kind that hides any traces

So you can´t find your way back.

 

January 2016