Bunica are o curte plina de umbra, flori si fructe dulci.
Dupa gard sunt porumbi buni de fiert, si rosii
atarnati stau struguri aromati iar in camara ne asteapta borcane cu bunatati pentru la iarna
Cuminte ii sade buna ei prietena, bicicleta.
La sat
La 70 de ani
nu e limita pentru a fi practic si eficient
Eram cufundata in lecturile mele cand narile incep a distinge un miros surprinzator.
Cercetez putin ... e peste tot.
Imi dau seama cu o mare bucurie ca e parfumul primei mente culese din gradina noastra de Iasi, tocmai pusa in ceai.
Imi savurez licoarea si inspir puternic in plamani.
Cat de frumos cuprinde casa mirosul florilor de menta.
I noticed that some young people, and not only, reorient themselves towards a more natural and simple life. Though located in villages, their homes are not deprived from comfort - internet, running water, washing machines etc.
I will start with a briefing about an interesting study (video below):
There are old people on this planet that live happily ever after even more than 100 years.
How are their lives, what do they eat, how do they work ?
Dan Buettner tries to reveal some of his discoveries.
You will see that they are quite logical and uncomplicated,
but somehow not in accordance with the evolution trend of the modern society.
Of course such happiness - as in the picture of Onisor - is for many of us hard to accept and to live,
but there are many alternatives.
One nice example is about the Padureni Village.
This village is located in the (faar faaaar) East of Romania, region also known for it''s poverty.By the way - they even have a website: http://www.comuna-padureni.ro/
This village is located in the (faar faaaar) East of Romania, region known also for it''s poverty.
(The above photo of a shepherd illustrates this aspect of Moldavian village life.)
Once you reach Padureni, the roads will surprise you - they
are not like in other Moldavian villages. Then you will discover a
beautiful park, a swimming pool, a theater, activity halls and even
dentists, psychologists and a notary.
People living here made all this happen and they enjoy their achievements.
I am happy to discover such stories. This tells me that there is hope.
Another interesting story, coming from the West of Romania, is the
one of Marcu, a shepherd who went to university and even started a PhD, but
disappointed by the urban life of modern man, decided to choose
another path.
the philosopher shepherd (romanian)
This tendency of people reorienting towards a simpler and more natural
life but, if possible, with all necessary comfort, is also reflected by the real estate market.
Some years ago many properties on the market were oversized and extravagant villas. (People escaped from the communistic
restrictions felt an urge for big, new, non conformist, opulent
possessions.)
Now one can find, what I wold say, more decent offers: reasonable family
houses near cities and even land and old houses in the villages.
What I don't find fair is that other Europeans have same
rights as Romanians concerning the acquisition of land and properties even though, now
in 2016, there is an obvious disparity in purchasing power. Here there
can be a long debate that I don't want to start right now - just raising an
exclamation mark!
2500mp garden with orchard and vineyards - 80mp house - 23.000 euro -
so we cannot live like our ancestors did 150 years ago.
It is good to take advantage of evolution and progress (especially when it makes your life easier - vacuum robot, steam cleaner, gps etc. etc.)
It is equally good to appreciate the benefits offered by healthy (regional) food, clean air, peaceful environment, gardening, traditional (inspired) activities, medicinal herbs and spices, a morning walk etc. etc.
pentru ca mesajul culorilor mele este mai mult ideatic îl voi acompania și de câteva cuvinte "explicative"
Suflet tricolor
Un suflet azi purtat în bolți albastre
iar mâine alergat prin lanuri largi de grâu,
cu sângele năvalnic, cu sângele nebun,
cu cântec de mioare, cu șopotit de râu.
Un suflet blând, un suflet resemnat
cu rugăciune, și cu Domnul împăcat
cu doinele de jale, cu doinele de dor
cu răni de iatagane, cu răni de-a fraților.
Un suflet adormit de un vis rău
ün suflet în frisoane de uitare
un suflet chinuit de spasme,
de mișelie, dispreț și de trădare
Un suflet deznădăjduit, bătut de cele 4 vânturi
Un suflet trist, ca o zi de iarna sfârșită
a cărei zăpada puțina și mânjită,
mânjita de poluarea noastră a tuturor,
se topește neputincioasă sub căderea picurilor
care nu mai au nici ei putere sa fie zăpada.
Zuhause ist, wo ich zum ersten Mal weinte, lachte und sang.
Zuhause ist, wo mein Blut das Gleiche der Menschen um mich herum ist.
Zuhause ist, wo die welligen Formen der Hügel Schafherden und Hirtenlieder tragen.
Zuhause ist der Kirschbaum, auf den ich nach oben geklettert bin
und die saftigen Trauben, auf die ich jeden Herbst gewartet habe.
Zuhause spielen die Kirchenglocken für Gott und für die Menschen
Zuhause ist voller Staub und Probleme, Lärm und vieler Farben
Aber Leben Zuhause fühlt sich voll auf
