21 august 2005

cluj-napoca

how do u describe this place - where the sun is warm on ur skin and relief is found just a step away under the canopy of leaves in the shade - where rain falls and then passes by bringing more sunshine and then still more rain - where u awaken to the sounds of the birds r nothing like u've heard before - where the coffee warms u while the cool air touches ur skin sitting at outdoor cafes - voices speak in fluid tones that whisper to u - where warmth is found in unknown tongues just attempting to live daily - time is lost as u walk through the streets where tanned men labor to complete renovations before the winter storms - where u might wander there is nothing to fear - where flowers sing colors sometimes softly sometimes boldly, look at me before i wither and come again next spring. where dust falls on doorways, casting shadows on wood. unknown passages bring u to places that r unexpected.