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Day 311 – Need

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The last few days I had a great writing flow. I wrote my daily articles in such a rush just to get to my projects as soon as possible. It’s been great. Because of that I developed a fear of showing my work to anyone else these days. I am afraid the flow will run away from me. The second thing I feel I need to do is stay home as much as possible. I love going out, I love meeting friends...

Day 202 – A lost day

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Who says we need our bodies in order to work, or breath? Who says we couldn’t exist without them? 8.30 am Got dressed, feeling somehow strange and went to the bus stop.The first bus comes quickly and I get off after a couple minutes to change it with another. The strange feeling I am having amplifies. I think, maybe I caught the flu or something; I am going to make it. Several minutes pass...

Day 180 – Sleep, long bus ride and Ephia’s cure for me

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Ephia is not taking very well the fact that I need to stay in bed a lot. All morning she kept pulling my finger and asked me to get out of bed and come with her and all morning I had to refuse and tell her I can’t. That hurt almost as bad as the physical pain and there were a couple of moments when I just couldn’t see the disappointment in her eyes anymore and I just wanted to stand...

Day 57 – Freedom

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Freedom at last; I have escaped the prison I have lived in for the last four days. Now that it’s all behind me it feels like nothing happened although everything has changed. I came home to find my daughter speaking entire phrases and doing things that I didn’t notice her doing before, so either she has grown over night or the fact that I was constantly with her didn’t allow me to see clear those...

Day 47 – Some sort of conversations with Ephia

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Some attempts to communicate with my daughter throughout the day. “Good morning little wonder, how are you?” “Enough?” She answers with her hands in the air trying to reach me. We enter the kitchen; we see Thomas sleeping in the armchair. “Look Ephia, it’s Thomas! Thomas!” “Tatasssssss!” she says pointing at him and smiling. Outside, walking hand in...

Writer In Florence Ela Vasilescu