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The woman with secrets, and the man without shadow

The woman with secrets, and the man without shadow

It is easy to believe a woman has secrets, but almost nobody believes that a man without shadow can exist. From this point of confusion we start our story. Even stories are not what they used to be with “once upon a time” Actually, most of the stories in our lives repeat themselves, all of them are a modified version of the first story we lived. If I have to be totally honest, most of the stories should have less lies. Of course, lies are not bothering as much as the truth, especially the one thrown in the face likes a white glove. Take the lies in one story, and you’ll see how people will growl at you. Well, our story has no lie in it, but neither some truth. How is this possible? Very simple. Because this story is written on the thin line between the truth and lie.

Our woman with secrets was walking on this line like a ballerina in full storm on the sea. No storm is passing without wreckage, so we have: a shoe without laces, a clock without tongue, a bottle with no message, a cake with no cherry, a bench with no old people, a story without an ending, and, of course, a man without shadow. The man had no shadow because he ran so much and so fast that his own shadow couldn’t keep up with him anymore and left the man alone, like any guardian angel. The woman had more secrets than a dog had fleas, although her secrets weren’t jumping from here to there, but were as mute as fish. Because of the weight of her secrets, she couldn’t walk, out of the question to be able to run. Can you imagine her surprise when she saw a man who could only run? Luckily, the time stopped, out of respect for the watch without tongue, and both of them stood on the bench and ate the cake. The shoe with no lace had no problem with this lack, because many years ago he went in the prison for shoes, and he was all the time worried not to hang himself with his own lace while sleeping. You already understood that this story has no end, so probably you wonder what happened with the bottle without message. I cannot tell you what happened afterwards, because it is one tiny truth in our story, and that is nobody ever knows what will happen next.

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NATAȘA ALINA CULEA

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With each passing day we learn that…

With each passing day we learn that…

People do not want to hear the truth, they only want to hear whatever makes them feel good.

People are good at achieving their goals, but not at achieving happiness, because happiness is self-knowledge, and few people know themselves.

In the difficult times of our life we understand who we should allow to take part of it. As a gold seaker, don’t be suprised that, in those times, you  remain only with a few shinny nuggets.

Many people will ask you “How have you been?”, but few will be interested in the answer.

There are people who see you as a friend today, and as an enemy tomorrow.

People go through life like warriors, and with each lost battle their smile is fading away.

If we live safely, we die safely.

The fear of public speaking shows how afraid we are of other people’s opinion.

Life kneels horses, kings and harlequins.

People are used to respect the dead, but not the living.

In this world, children are born crying, and old people die sometimes with a smile on their faces.

It is not an option to respect your parents, because it is not an option for your parents to be ready to die for you anytime.

At closed doors you don’t have to knock harder.

Man was happier before the numbers were invented, for he could not measure his time left on earth.

If we were always happy, there would be no God, because we only pray in suffering.

Poems are unspoken words of people.

If we would write a novel of our life, we may not buy the book either.

One day, this earth will run out of places for graves, and we will only step on skeletons and memories.

Some couples looks like they’ve been to war and they both lost.

Not all memories fade away; some cut into flesh, as if it is happening now. And now. And now.

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NATAȘA ALINA CULEA

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Natașa Alina Culea – author
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Thoughts and quotes

The accomplishments of one person show how much he invested in certain areas of his life and how much he neglected all the others.

Sometimes happiness is math. If you wonder how much sex matters in a relationship, think of how much time you spend making sex.

No one can lie to you so well as they lie to themselves.

If you want to cover up a violent truth, you add a layer of humor, and call it irony. Irony is the weapon of smart people.

Hate is unrequited love.

You look into the past only not to make the same mistakes again. You cannot remain in it, not matter how wonderful the past was. The past passed.

You have to become a champion in getting quickly out of negative situations, because life will not spare you of them.

Life is a dog you are used to play with by throwing him a stick. You are used to the game, you trust the dog, but one day it doesn’t come back with the stick. Another day even the dog doesn’t return. The man is a master who finds out too late he owned no dog.

The divorce was invented so you’ll not have to sleep with a mistake your entire life.

And how hard it is to let go the ones who make you unhappy!

When you are with somebody who hides being seen with you, you are worse than alone. Even you are not with you.

Fidelity is often just a lack of options.

Life is a comedy to which we are all crying.

We are preparing ourselves to write the story of our life, but without love we live only the draft of it.

Some people don’t need the others’ approval. They build themselves a pedestal and they climb it. One stupid person is enough to admire them, and you cannot escape their greatness.

Don’t ask me who I am. Ask yourself who you can be next to me.

What is life? A wing beat.

NATASA ALINA CULEA. AUTHOR
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The writer plays God

You see, the world is not enough satisfying for a writer. The world doesn’t fit the writer, the world’s design is for him like a straitjacket. The writer is a human, at least physically he looks like all other humans, but he is unsatisfied, gaunt and silent. He creates a world of his own, one to reflect all of him. He is getting rid of this world as a serpent gets rid of his skin. Between the covers of the book he plays God and molds humans of paper. And he is punishing them or creating them wings, as he considers. Some he kills with bare hands, not because they were bad people, but because they did bad things, and he leaves others to die by themselves. And then the writer realizes that revenge doesn’t exist, and that death is not a penalty, or if it is, is the same for everybody. Did God feel that way in the beginning of everything? Did the creation, the world, the water, the muse, the island, the sunrise, the stones came out of discontent? Out of an unbearable loneliness? God created the human and the horse. They were both free. The human created the whip and stole the freedom of the horse. Because he felt unbearably alone.

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Excerpt. The begining of my 6th novel „The Harlequin”

Wide open windows to the sky

The gloomy November morning gathered a flock of crows on the little patch of burnt grass, settled in the Primăverii neighborhood. The buildings, still moist after a light, but persisting rain, like multicolored pieces of Lego, merged unexpectedly, rise defiantly on the tongue of the street.

The windows begin to light up one after the other, illuminated in hues of dirty yellow and silver; with curtains, with blinds, others are just bare windows inviting you to discover their loose privacy.

With a step forward and one backward, always between yesterday and tomorrow, we live in a question without answer: does the night end or the morning begin? And if it is a day when we can change everything, why don’t we see it, although our eyes are wide open?

Bucharest wakes up. The arteries of the city gradually begin to be crossed by cars with drivers who are searching for something, half asleep. Their automatic gestures reveal the monotony in which they bath like in a warm muddy puddle, like a drop of water in the fractured asphalt, sometimes dreaming of being a drop of ocean.

Every man tells two stories: one to himself, and one to the others. Most of the time, these two stories do not bare resemblance to one another. Most of the time, we wake up and wish we were in another story.

This is how the story of The Harlequin, yet untold, begins…

Book Launch: The Harlequin, Natasha Alina Culea (author)
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Interview for Careers & Business

Natasha Alina Culea is a name which doesn’t belong to her anymore, a name which she gave as a gift to her readers – she says – it is a name printed on thousands of books in Romania and Moldova Republic, under six titles (in chronological order): “Natasha, the men and the psychoanalyst”, “Marat”, Wolves of the past”, “Nights in Monaco”, “Dreams never sleep”, and “The Harlequin” – the most recent novel, launched in December 2018. Sometimes she thinks she is a writer, other times a hermit or a peregrine, but she always loves her readers. After the novel “Wolves of the past” she wrote “Nights in Monaco” just to cheer up her readers who cried on her shoulders, demanding her happy-ending novels.

C&B: Describe or define your activity!

“Being a Romanian Author is a challenge, and the term challenge is a mild term if we refer to the confused and confusing situation of the Romanian book market of the Contemporary Literature. My only ambition is to give my readers a memorable reading and, being a perfectionist, I will evolve whether or not I have readers who will no longer keep up with the complexity of the writing I have intended to reach. In the end, the book also chooses the reader, not only the reader chooses the book. Either I find the way to bring together the essence of classical literature with the simplified structure of contemporary literature, resisting to the minimalist beletristic marasm wave, or I will not write at all. Because we are not allowed to negotiate with Romanian literature, which will remain many years after we will not be. I am guided by words as: erudition, evolution, exemplarity”.

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