Like The Owl pining for it's Love; The Moon- Part 1

R- Nice photographs..your table. .wonder what kind of work you do?

C- I am glad you like my photographs. As you can see I like taking pictures. I like to observe, and not just look but see, make little discoveries. And I love the light and the colors.

I am at work. I work in a clothing factory. Production planner. Preparing the paperwork for the production, planning, doing translations, correspondence, import & export papers and many other things. It is keeping me busy and very busy, so that I probably work too much and too long.

R- Can you tell if you are seeing them with your third eye?

Quite a situation you've got there.

Do Romanians speak and write in very fluent English?

C-I know only about my two eyes and my pair of glasses. I am shortsighted.

English is taught in schools here, and even in kindergarden. The younger generations are more interested in learning it. Many people understand and speak it, but can't say it very fluent or accurate. English is the trend now. As it was French in the last century.

In my region many know also German. Because of the significant German population that lived here and the German traditions and influences they left behind. I went to a German school. But when we started to learn English at school German became less interesting. English has not so many rules and is more musical. So I love to speak it and sing it and think it whenever I get the chance. But I must admit that thoughts are sometimes not so easy to express in a English. Probably because my mind still speaks Romanian and gets sometimes confused with all these languages. Hm, I wonder what language my soul speaks.

R-Some defined the third eye as the heart. To see with the heart. And there's nothing academic about it. Cannot be proven by Science. Can't be shown how. A wiseman likened the heart as the mirror; to enable to see one'e reflection, the mirror needs to be cleaned of the dirt and dust..

Thanks for the explanation. Special people the Romanians.. multilingual exposure to different cultures at the same time being deep-rooted to it's own. Cannot say the same about the people where I come from.

The soul speaks no language. The understanding is silence. There's a gypsy blood running in those veins of yours. Tell me if it's so.

'..When the soul lies in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas languages even the phrase You and I doesn't make any sense.'

C-I like to read your mails. Because there is always something there that leaves me on thoughts. And I like to give my mind something else to think about than the common things that come across my way on an ordinary day. But as I am at work, I always have to return quickly to my job, so that I don't have the time and the silence to answer. I promise to answer as soon as possible. I want to answer.

I wonder why you mentioned the gypsy blood.