vesnicie

cuvintele sunt de prisos... astazi, Bicazul isi deapana singur povestea.

words are unavailing... today, Bicaz himself is reeling his story.

Barajul Izvorul Muntelui sau Lacul Bicaz / Lake Bicaz

Cheile Bicazului / Bicaz Canyon

metamorfoze

Trecand prin timp, il insemnam sub pas -

Asa il reprimeste universul.

Dar insusi timpul, cand prin el pasim,

Ne schimba tainic inima si mersul.

Nu batranetea,-n urma alergand,

Spre moarte pasul cearca sa ni-l poarte,

Ci doar maturitatea creste-n noi

Si ne maturizam pana la moarte.

Geografia timpului - Nicolae Labis

Passing through time, we mark it underneath our steps

This is the way the Universe accepts it back.

But Time itself, when stepping through it,

Misteriously changes our heart and pace.

Not old age, chasing from behind,

Our steps to death is struggling to carry,

But only ripeness grows within ourselves

And we keep ripening until our death.

The Geography of Time - Nicolae Labis

detalii/details...

pasarea-suflet

the soul-bird

pomul vietii

the tree of life