It´s refreshing to be back in Bucharest, where most of my family and friends live, I let myself be dragged into its moist grip, I venture in it like in the arms of a lover.

As I do it, I´m trying to get a grasp of myself in the mirrors of the city. I sometimes catch a glimpse of my old self, familiar gestures go through me with the violence of an ambush. I go to the same places and although they smell the same, they bring me in a slight state of faint.


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The 30s are great-

You don´t need to pretend anymore

To like whatever you didn´t like at 20

Like eating ceviche or reading Kafka, for example.


Except for the lamentations in my head

And the biological clock- God, how I hate being a mortal!

The 3os are great

People are not as insecure anymore

And they´re more straightforward, too.


You can be odd and it´s cool

`Cause what is cool, really?

I wouldn´t know- never been cool

Always on the other side

The deeper the cut

The higher the heels.


December 2015