Ioana-Cristina Casapu

While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn__ it lovely to say, __e/She suffers of Poetry?_.

There is truly no other place bearing so much love as airports.

If people want to believe in Hollywood movies, let them believe in Hollywood movies. Being romantic is not a disease.

I beg to differ on Charles Bukowski, who says nothing can save you, except writing. Sometimes, absolutely nothing will save you, not the nights you end up wasting waiting for something grand to happen, not the mornings where coffee has no taste and you wake up knowing the day will not be a blast, not the plans and schemes you write down on your imaginary flipchart to make the world go round. You end up stuck, alone and in the disparate points of chaos that drag you down, you have to come up with something to save yourself. Then you make six impossible wishes before breakfast, start walking and working and learn to seize what you call paranormal activity when it comes true.

People tell me I excel in Public Relations, what I suck at are private affairs.