Category Archives: I Choose Life

Prose

Posted by Cătălin Stan on 29 December 2011 0 comments

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin. He says, “Son, can you play me a memory?. I’m not really sure how it goes, but it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it complete when I [...]

Timing

Posted by Cătălin Stan on 22 December 2011 0 comments

Of course it had to rain today! I hate it when nature plays this ugly trick it does by tuning in to my inner most feelings. Well, I might be exaggerating a little: it’s not actually mirroring them or there’d be a major thunderstorm and the river would probably wash away the bridges and flood [...]

Keep walking. The one I wrote after watching Midnight in Paris

Posted by Cătălin Stan on 19 December 2011 0 comments

I’ve never been one of those people to go wishing I’d beed born somewhere in the distant past every time I can’t get to grips with what’s happening today. Although I’ve always let my senses wonder to long forgotten sets every time I saw one of those old photos of … how this place used [...]

Actio ad distans

Posted by Cătălin Stan on 3 December 2011 0 comments

I know what I want. I like women who know what they want. I like their vulnerability when I ask them what, to me, seem self-evident questions. I like the paradigm-shift from the initial surprise of being asked to the moment they tell me. The nakedness of that instance and the warmth of acceptance they feel when [...]

O cântare

Posted by Cătălin Stan on 29 November 2011 0 comments

Am descoperit-o absolut accidental. Simplu si foarte puternic, in acelasi timp.