Alina-Vanilla

Who is Alina?

posted by Alina @ 3:08 PM Comments: 0  

Tabaco y Chanel

Once upon a time there was this boy, full of heart and desire. He was the kind of boy that says all he thinks, and likes to laught. He has this nice childhood and enjoys every moment.
One day he had to move. He was said at the begining but one by one he starts meeting these other little boys and girls.
From all of them he spends one year with 6 them. But not everybody knows how to play so he starts teaching them.
He starts with smiling and laughing, dancing, randomly dancing, goes on with "feeling good to be me", "be the best i want to be", what is a friend, what is important for me and how to built your own cathedral of poetry.

He gives them their favourite dolls and cars and they start playing.
And at the time goes by they realise that they are different, that they have more fun than the other kids so they decide to play even more. But the little boy realises that he needs to discover other playground.

When he sais goodbye he realises that the 6 little boys and girls are actually mutch more. Are all the kids who stay at 5 oclock in the morning to listen to these two guys telling stories, who dress in pijamas at official evenings, that laugh and become intermediats or veterans. Why do they do that? Well i think the little boy made the rules of the game by being himself and the others just joined his game:)

I had the fortune to meet this boy that spreads love all around, that lets himself drown in what he believes in, that is able to leave memories to be put on a chair by his friends. This boy that likes to give moments meanings not only for him but for the ones next to him. He showed me once how i should play and guess what? I am still playing :)

And the people who know me, know that i like to film these forever and ever moments with my camera.Well with you i don't have to film it, you taught me how to live it,or better say play it every day...thank you Stefan :)

No se va ..no se olbida..nada nada ....il dolor de tabaco y chanel

posted by Alina @ 1:05 PM Comments: 2  

Swimming lessons

Lately i started swimming lessons.

The thing is that i am a little bit afraid of the water. I am not that confortable with it. Were i grew up there wasn't too mutch water.

In swimming you need to use all your muscles. You use your feet, back, arms, your entire body. If you don't do that you won't be able to float.

You take the position, hands raised up, next to your year. Shoulders leaned in front, and you jump. You find yourself in this place where you can't hear something in particular it's just sounds. Probably you don't see anything either unless you have goggles.

And you start to move your feet and arms in a fast tempo cause you don't want to sink. And you feel so tired but all you know is that you have to keep moving to reach the end. And there are so many things you have to take into consideration like the way you rotate your leg, how you keep your hand, arm. And all the way you keep yourself focused on them.

But there is one problem. Aren't you forgetting about something? What about breathing? How can you do that without stopping or chocking with water?

Can anybody teach me this?!?!?!?!!?!?

posted by Alina @ 10:35 AM Comments: 1  

Life train

It seems that lately since i travell a lot i get to meet dear friends, very very old friends, in most unexpected places. Most of these places are conected with railway stations.
The weard thing is that i don't get to meet friends that i have right now, but people that i once new and got well with. I can't really call them friends now... do i?

Last night when i was comming home from Bucharest i met this childhood friend. I haven't seen him for almost 8 years. He was with his wife who was also pregnant. It strike me at once how mutch time it had passed and that things that once seemed far far away, like becoming a parent, are getting closer.

You get to meet these old friends and suddenly memories that you have but didn't thought of for a long long time pop up. It seemed that those memories never existed till that person, the childhood friend, got in the same train as you did.
I guess life is a journey. You get in one train, you travell with somebody, you get off at one point at one station. During the ride you share nice memories and make new ones.

Birds are singing at the 6th floor!
I am home.

posted by Alina @ 8:17 PM Comments: 0