Radu Voina (born July 29, 1950 in Șaeș, Mureș County, Romania) is a former Romanian handball player and head coach.
He competed in the 1972 Summer Olympics, in the 1976 Summer Olympics, and in the 1980 Summer Olympics.
In 1972, he won the bronze medal with the Romanian team. He played four matches.
Four years later, he won the silver medal as part of the Romanian team. He played all five matches and scored five goals.
In 1980, he was a member of the Romania national handball team which won the bronze medal. He played four matches and scored four goals.
In the 1974 World Men's Handball Championship edition, Radu Voina became world champion with Romania.
In 1977, he won the EHF Champions League with Steaua Bucharest. He won the gold medal at the World University games in 1973 (Sweden), 1975 (Romania), 1977 (Poland).
He has coached among others ASL Robertsau, Sélestat Alsace Handball, RC Strasbourg, Steaua and the Romanian national men's handball team, and the Romanian national women's handball team. Between February 2009 and May 2010 he was also the head coach of CS Oltchim Râmnicu Vâlcea.
Imagine your brain as a
canister filled with ink
yeah, now think of your body
as the pen where the ink resides
Fuse the two; KAPOW!
What are you now?
You're the human magic marker, won't you
please surprise my eyes?
It's in your nature,
you can paint whatever picture
you like no matter what
Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight
So modify this third rock from the sun
by painting myriads of pictures
with the colors of one
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye,
manifest and become illustrated
You'd be sure man that every
line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated
So, must we demonstrate that
we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture,
now we're drowning in paint
Lets figure out what the fuck it's about
before the picture we painted
chews us up and spits us out
I'm sick of painting in black and white
my pen is dry, now I'm uptight
So sick of limiting myself
to fit your definition