| Author: | Nicolae Sfetcu | ISBN: | 9780463497692 |
| Publisher: | Nicolae Sfetcu | Publication: | June 4, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nicolae Sfetcu |
| ISBN: | 9780463497692 |
| Publisher: | Nicolae Sfetcu |
| Publication: | June 4, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
From the daily cycling trips in Titan Park, Bucharest, appeared this small volume of poems, illustrated with the most beautiful pictures I made during these walks.
At midnight starts my working day. The computer, a coffee, a discreet jazz music, together with other ingredients. At 5:30, I'm getting ready. At 6:00, I take the bicycle and pedal easily to the nearby park, Titan Park. It's still early in the morning, but in the park, there are already running or walking people I have not known before, but now familiar to me. There she is the beautiful girl who runs like a gazelle; and the 50-year-old man who descends the stairs with his back, climbs them, and then goes down; the woman who gives a few laps in a hurried pace, the young man with walking but problems with a will out of the ordinary, who gives up for a moment at the walking stick; those from the outdoor exercise machines, and those who give food to birds; and others, and others ...
I am greeting the turtle at the entrance, I pedal carefully not to cycling over the wild ducks that cross the alleys in search of food, I scare the gulls that moan on the edge of the lake. I stop for a moment to photograph the appropriate moment for my idea. The swans, curious, approach the shore and look at me. I get on the bike again, and I take a few laps as I try to put the idea in the lyrics. I stop on a bench, I light a cigarette, and I get the phone off. I connect Instagram and publish there the images and lyrics, which then spread on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. I'll take a few more laps and I am leaving. Arrived at home, drinking a last coffee and at about 09:00 I fall asleep quietly.
It's been over another day.
From the daily cycling trips in Titan Park, Bucharest, appeared this small volume of poems, illustrated with the most beautiful pictures I made during these walks.
At midnight starts my working day. The computer, a coffee, a discreet jazz music, together with other ingredients. At 5:30, I'm getting ready. At 6:00, I take the bicycle and pedal easily to the nearby park, Titan Park. It's still early in the morning, but in the park, there are already running or walking people I have not known before, but now familiar to me. There she is the beautiful girl who runs like a gazelle; and the 50-year-old man who descends the stairs with his back, climbs them, and then goes down; the woman who gives a few laps in a hurried pace, the young man with walking but problems with a will out of the ordinary, who gives up for a moment at the walking stick; those from the outdoor exercise machines, and those who give food to birds; and others, and others ...
I am greeting the turtle at the entrance, I pedal carefully not to cycling over the wild ducks that cross the alleys in search of food, I scare the gulls that moan on the edge of the lake. I stop for a moment to photograph the appropriate moment for my idea. The swans, curious, approach the shore and look at me. I get on the bike again, and I take a few laps as I try to put the idea in the lyrics. I stop on a bench, I light a cigarette, and I get the phone off. I connect Instagram and publish there the images and lyrics, which then spread on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. I'll take a few more laps and I am leaving. Arrived at home, drinking a last coffee and at about 09:00 I fall asleep quietly.
It's been over another day.
