Deep There

Deep there within the universe
There's a soul akin,
Completing you in every sense -
In darkness, light, sublime.

Deep there you'll meet someday the one,
You'll feel, forget, and feel again,
You'll love and stop into the run -
Content with sun and rain.

Deep there between the clouds of stars
You'll find a place called home,
You'll build your time under quasars -
Your space, your heart, your dome.

The Traveler

Lost between many worlds
And belonging to none,
That's the punishment
Of being a traveler.

I travel those worlds
And the space in between,
Searching for my self
And finding none.

I long for companion
On the roads I take,
I long for wisdom
Chasing my own faith;

My longings keep me awake,
My hardship gives me no brake,
I go with the flow,
The past left behind;

Enjoying the moment I find,
I embrace it and mold it,
My teacher becomes -
The world becomes mine.

In-sanity

I left home to find myself;
To try my steps in foreign lands,
To see the known in thousand places,
To feel the sky in heights and width,
To breath new moments of attainment,
To hear the sounds of the unknown,
To touch the hearts and to be touched,
To mix together old and new.

I lost myself between people -
Workers, preachers, the quire,
Images of me, mirrors of you,
They ramble looking for something,
Caught themselves into games;
Lost are themselves as I walk by,
But proud by the grains they know -
Losing themselves in the findings.

Beauty, darkness, feelings,
Blended in souls like me and you;
Richness, new and archaic,
Designs of wonder forgotten in mire,
Mire transformed beyond art,
They sketch a world of desires,
Subdue and stir the daily thirst,
Enlighten thus the spirit.

I returned home to find myself;
The way I am, I was, before,
Older and not much wiser,
Wiser but not much older,
Stilled myself into fire,
Softened myself into wind,
Drained myself by the waters,
Filled myself by the light.

Walking back on my footsteps -
Beautiful old places,
Glad to be discovered anew;
It's wonder to see old new faces,
Smiling before me, some faded in blue,
They seem to know my quest's sin -
I lost myself to find myself anew...

Frozen Thoughts

I'm just a simple childish man
Lost in your smile again, again,
Lost in my words I find no sound -
Just sound echoes of my mind.

I search some words worthy of me,
The way I am, I know I'd be,
The way I know I can describe
The world, myself, you feel the vibe?

I search for words, I find myself,
Chaotic thoughts frozen in shelf,
There is light, there is some dark,
Pastelled forms on life’s lark.

I try to reach you between clouds,
I fall, I rise, I have no bounds,
My thoughts are frozen but alive,
For life’s meanings, oh they strive!

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I breathe the moment as it comes,
I take my faith between the rhymes,
I hope you'd find a way to reach,
Behind the walls of speech…

Thoughts

Bathed is my mind by thousand suns
In waves of light caught in the runs
Through crops of time along the space,
Beneath the depth of sacred faith.

The waves are falling over me,
The soul is drowning in the see,
But raised above the horizons,
It swims in sky with unicorns.

They ride, I ride; there is no dark,
Just the sunrise and its spark,
The sounds of stars singing in vain -
Unknown realm of known refrain…

Fighting daemons

Fighting the daemons in the days of June
Under beautiful colors of Moon,
The Sun has no voice in the light of night,
It's fate shadowed in its flight.

Senseless, lost in the curves of time,
The Man of Light never seems to come -
I'm waiting in the anteroom,
Tic-tack, tic-tack - the thread of loom.

Engraved in letters, deep in soul,
The laws of natures start to fall,
Fallen the angel, fallen the hour –
From the sweetness through the sour.

Fighting the daemons and trying to win -
An angel dancing in wildly spin,
The moments of life crumbed to be chewed -
I wish I can see... I wish I knew...

Where

Where do I want to go from here?
Too far enough, maybe too near;
Is not important the lost step,
But the ones that have been swept.

About Politicians

Politics is just a game of clowns
Willing to rule between realms
Of truth, power and illusion,
Their skill – create confusion.

Nothing stops a politician,
To succeed it’s their mission,
Everything it has a price,
And the smile is just disguise.

They will promise you the sky
Heaven on earth ‘till you die
But lost your soul by then will be,
And blind even if you can see.

How big your price they will know
For them you are a known John Doe,
And not by being but by need,
They will know your hidden greed.

Pe Rin

Pe Rin se vad lumini plecate
Sa duca vestea de mai bine,
Se pierde-al lor contur in noapte,
Iar una este de la mine.

S-a dus un an si vine altul,
Lumea-l priveste cu speranta;
Artifici brazdeaza cerul,
Mi le privesc cum se inalta.

Se'nalta vise, voie buna,
Sampania se scurge in pahare,
Si Anul Nou se incununa,
Altul este deja uitare.

Prietenie

I-asi sorbi cu nesat cuvintele
La lumanarea palpainda,
Si dezbraca vesmintele,
Sub cer, in pat, ascunsi sub grinda.

As imbratisa-o cumpatat,
Pierduti in timp, departe,
Si as iubi-o insetat -
Pe buna-mi prietena, o carte.

Noapte de iarna

De vreau sa pot a cugeta
La al vietii tainic inteles,
Doar in noapte as asculta
Al naturii vesnic viers.

Nimic nu pare fara sens,
Si totul pare nepatruns,
Si doar al vietii sange cens
Stranpunge timpul in apus.

Un val de vant, si inca unul,
Brazdeaza cerul printre stele,
Sub cerul noptii-s eu, nebunul,
Cu bune, calde, dulci si rele.

Modelez

Modelez cu inima o noua lume,
Pierduta de lumi, departe de tine,
Lumina si intuneric pare sa combine,
Conceputa pentru ceruri anume.

Ma pregatesc pentru drumul ce vine
Sorbind cu nesat din clipa prezenta,
Respir si ma inclin plin de reverenta,
Naturii, maiestatii divine.

Modelez in pete de culoare,
Cuvinte ce par lipsite de sensuri,
Intruchipate in scurte eresuri,
Despre a vietii prezente ardoare.

Ma pregatesc sa gasesc intelesul,
Al zilei de azi si celei de maine,
Si chiar de sensurile par straine,
Drumul isi continua mersul.

S-a stins

S-a stins o raza de lumina,
S-a dus pierduta pe alee,
Sa isi gaseasca a sa tihna,
Acolo sus, prin ‘nalte stele.

Nu te-am stiut maestre,
Dar nici tarziu nu este,
In strofe de mi se ascunde
A Ta distinsa poveste.

Reeverie de iubire

Buzele i le sarut in gand
Si parul ravasit de vant,
Si ochii i-i privesc adanc –
Mi-ascund intregul cer-pamant.

Mi-arunc privirea peste gene,
Cobor din fir in fir de par alene,
Si las un deget in contururi
Sa le strabata randuri randuri.

Cand tenul se iveste-n promenada
Pe pielea dalba-roza, se-nfioara,
Descoperind un drum ce prima oara
Si-arata tresarind destinul.

Pasind apoi pe buzele-i fierbande,
Starnesc un alt buchet de ganduri,
Metamorfozand intr-o miscare nevazuta –
Un sarut in noapte se iveste.

Un alt sarut si inca unul se iuteste
Sa simta a buzelor, parfumul,
Si ametit de vraja cafenie,
Un alt prelung sarut se contopeste.

Si buzele nu vor sa se desparta,
Se simt, se-mbratiseaza in continuu,
Dorindu-se al lor trup se inclesteaza.
Dictand in continuare ritmul.

In jos pe pielea tremuranda,
Pe arcuirea gatului mana se odihneste,
Simte cum sangele se pravaleste,
Starnind un val de noi dorinte.

Un san de mana se agata,
Caldura unui gand mi se rusina,
Il simt cum sfarcul ce vibreaza
Intr-alt gand se infiereaza.

Isi lasa parca a lui greutate,
Si-o simt toropitoare si divina,
Cum in miscare el se incovoiaza,
Dorind dorit sa se despoaie.

Inima-mi pornita in avalanse,
Se simte invadata de dorinte,
De inima-i indat’ se-ndragosteste,
Uitand de a naturii mele chibzuinta.

Trupurile se simt facute-anume,
Doar pentru aceste clipe de iubire,
Se cheama, se alinta printre clipe,
In dansul dulce de placere.

Pasinda spre cuibul de culcare,
Se auden-un tremor si-o chemare,
Un dulce zambet in miscare,
Si totul devenind uitare.

Mornings of peace

Try the beauty of the mornings with your steps,
Doesn’t sound thrilling to taste the dust with your toes –
Embracing the day without slightest fade of worries
Just when the sun raises two hands from the horizons?

Take a deep breath and watch the air rushing your body,
Tip with your fingers the light condensing around you –
Accepting the hit as your body makes peace with the nature
And let the rhythms of life take you over their pace!

Move one step toward the silence light waiting inside you,
Accept it, feel it and nourish its rivers of splendor –
Loving yourself to learn is the most kept secret of ages,
The peace of mind pursued for times lasting ever.

Asleep

Closed I’ve been in my own mind,
I’ve lost the sense of being kind;
I forgot the time I’ve been awake,
I just revolve for goodness’ sake.

The words are blind for me to see
The black and white of being free;
Pure the dirt I clear within
Empty the senses in shells of skin.

Too long asleep in my own dream,
Caught between world and self-esteem;
Don’t pity me, you’re dreaming too –
Those who awake alive are few!

Roman

Raman roman pan’la apus
Chiar de strain de tara’s dus
Prin zari sa-ncerc pribeag norocul
Sa-i fac pe plac al sortii jocul.

De casa-mi sunt instrainat,
Si chiar de liniste-am aflat,
Cutreier zilnic cu al meu gand
Locuri stiute rand pe rand.

Ma tot gandesc la tot ce am lasat,
La taina vietii de la sat,
La focul ce in toi de iarna
‘Calzea darnic a mea rana.

As vrea sa zbor in patul de acasa
Sa ma trezesc pe nepusa masa
Asteaptandu-ma-n prispa aburite
Bucatele de soi abia gatite;

In dulcele meu grai s-ascult
Vorbe duioase, de tumult,
Sa simt cuvinte sfredelinda
Canturi de jale, de colinda.

Nimic doru-mi nu potoleste,
Si chiar de viatza ma caleste
La fiecare gand de casa de tresar,
Imi sunt roman, dulce-amar.

Zori de toamna

Sublim, in zori de zi incanta toamna
Al meu amor hoinarind razna
Prin frunze coapte, pastelate,
Prin valuri de vant de timp uitate.

Se-aude susur de izvoara rece
Al meu gand dand sa-nece
In unda-i ce mi se revarsa
Intr-o cascada lina, zgomotoasa.

Sa-aduna norii pusi parca pe vrajba,
Ai mei pasi udati de iarba
Se adunda-n clipe de tacere
Cercand a timpului adiere.

Pierdut in slabe raze dand sa cada,
Pe al meu drum de promenada,
Trecut, prezent si clipe-ntruchipate
In panza vietii dupa noapte.

Dimineata de toamna

Fosnesc frunzele in susurul de ape
Plecate-n lume s-o strabata,
Cand de zori de ziua da sa crape,
Si zbor de viata sa razbata.

Sub pietre stropii dau sa se ascunda
Presati de norii ce molcom imi asuda,
Deodat’ un iepur’ tremuranda
Imi sare-n cale-ntr-o secunda.

Orasul parca se trezeste
Din amorteala ce-l cuprinse,
Natura mi se pregateste
De febra unei zile-aprinse.

Un glas plapand de zburatoare
Isi cata sotul printre ramuri,
Si cand apare ocrotitoare,
Ii gangureste dulce psalmuri.

Grupul de nori in zari dispare
Si-n alt colt de lume sa colinde
Cand dalbul soare da s-apare,
Pe bolta lumii sa se perinde.

In colbul noptii

In colbul noptii mii de stele
Se arata mintii stoluri, stoluri
Dand glas avid unei dorinte
De-a le atinge printre nouri.

Subit apare si dispare
Un soi de dara de lumina
A neuitarii inchinare
Cuiva un gand de cer alina.

Mai sus, mai sus catre Lactee
Imi zboara gandu-nemarginire
Aici jos printre-azalee
Degust a zilei implinire.

Ma simt adanc atins de ceruri
Cum ma-nconjoara de albastru
Cum zeci de sunete in mii de feluri
Ating sufletu-mi sihastru.

Il simt topindu-se-n tacere
Cuprins de-a noptii maretie,
Ma las in seama-i fara vrere
Prin eterna drumetie.

Zi de vara

Se alinta-n zori auzul,
Parca creste cucuruzul
Si tresare prins in valuri
Numai verde fara maluri
In albastrul cu voaluri.

Ah ce-mi place la amiaza
Sa-mi atin privirea treaza
Peste lanuri de verdeata -
Acel verde de te-ngeata
In a zilei arsita.

Creste ziua cat de mare
Soarele parca dispare
Intr-o lume sangeranda,
Prins in zarea tremuranda
De un vant ce se perinda.

Se mai vad inaripate
Cum cararea-i de strabate -
Se avanta printre ceruri
Multe pasari, multe feluri
De a-si spune-a zilei pasuri.

Ia, se lasa de-nserate,
Iara zarea-n pietate
Amorteste printre clipe,
Ale noptii line-aripe,
Dulce vise sa-nfiripe.

An empty house

An empty house bewailed its past
Just stripped of its precious nest,
Of furniture and all those goods,
That made it stand in neighborhoods.

It felt so naked, full of shame,
All days’ taste was full of lame,
It felt so lonely on the grounds,
How much it missed of joy’s sounds!

Day by day were passing through,
Viewers of the passing, few,
The sun, the moon and tiny stars,
And maybe few unseen quasars…

Breezing the air of late fall,
The days were getting evenly small,
The winter was there, it felt its breath,
And all above the empty stress.

The breath became longer, hardly felt,
Even the snow started to melt,
The spring was close and so much light,
It felt the space becoming bright.

The space grew in, and how much space,
It caught the shadows of day’s pace!
Relieved from grief and from the past,
Freed from worries, free at last!

About Me

How big the heart, how clean the soul,
How many things I can't control,
I can not tell if you can't see,
Nothing so special, it's just Me.

I like the wind, I like the sea,
I like the sky, I like to be,
Now, myself, selfless in time,
Between moments caught in rhyme.

I'm not too wise, shameless of me,
I strive to know the magic tree,
I've seen the bridge, even distant,
Enjoyment comes gallant.

Would you surrender?

Would you surrender your mind to a glance of silence,
Lost between sunset and the endless dawn,
Stopping the thoughts and the self in defiance,
Enlightening the spark of the supreme won?

Would you surrender your heart to truthful love,
Renouncing to lust, sin and refusal,
Embracing the others and all that’s above,
Deceiving yourself in senseless disapproval?

Would you surrender your soul to the Spirit,
Let it vibrate in a reckless ship,
When there’s no captain to stir it,
And there’s no faith to keep?

Would you surrender your life for noble causes.
Willing to give all that’s requested to give,
Taking all bullshit, taking no pauses,
Even if there’s no chance to succeed?

Would you surrender yourself to the mankind,
Raising yourself in a wave of deception,
Letting all that you love behind,
All that for a dream of redemption?

Would you surrender a minute in lifetime,
To fill the lives with moments of joy;
If not, then all you did in the space-time,
Your thoughts are just worlds full of decoy.

Reflections

Is not the poem that reflects
The sip of knowledge and reacts -
Is just the mind and all its build
Of reality and daily guilt.

Rising

Rising beyond the scent of knowledge,
Is something we have all courage,
Rising beyond the scent of day,
Is more that people daily pray.

Is just a rise above all,
Being stronger, being small,
Knowing flows in flawless springs,
And the nature of small things.

Small, too small, is never small,
Many people aspire tall,
Less of us have reached the mind,
To be inspired truly kind.

Sweeping

Sweep your faith
And make it clean
Of truthful faith

Keep Knocking

Keep knocking at Heaven’s door,
Maybe somebody’s on that floor,
Doors might open over time,
Benevolence is not a crime.

Keep knocking in rhythmic strive,
Look inside and just retrieve,
That thought of greatness that’s too small
To feet the size of us, all.

Keep knocking, even too late,
When life has reached its final fate;
Do not attempt to not pursue
The state of art we all have due!

Simplicity

From dust of time to midst of knowing
Thoughts back and forth constantly flowing,
Building space and raising knowledge,
All in just a bowl of porridge.

Life

From dawns to dawns
Life's just a rise
Even beyond

As vrea

As vrea sa stiu de ma iubesti,
Cum ma privesti si ce gandesti;
As vrea sa stiu ce-n timp ai vrea
Sa pot pasi pe vreme rea.

As vrea prea multe de la tine,
Din gand si suflet doar de bine;
As vrea un zambet in albastru
Sa pot zburda spre cer maiastru.

Eternal Needs

We need a glance of noble magic
To keep the balance with the tragic;
We need the hate and love indeed,
Both of sorrow gloomy seed.

We need the blue, the white of snow,
With red and green a sameness show;
We need long hugs and the despair,
Far from you, close if we care.

We need the moon, spot rays of bright
To sense the daytime from the night,
To be awake from eternal sleep –
Embrace the light in darkness’ steep.

Just Be!

Just let your grief come to an end,
Open the eyes at time just bent.
Let your heart in open space,
Show her beauty on your face;

Don’t be stubborn, just be you,
All with good things, even few,
Few get many over time,
Their sweetness goes with lime.

A Pen’s Writing

A pen’s writing striving in vain,
For hours and sounds in a plain,
It builds future, describes past,
From earliest moment to the last.

It writes of me, it writes of you,
Of things I know and like to knew,
It strives, truthful and rebel,
It creates words like in Scrabble;

No points, just magic in the air,
Magic of joy and of despair,
A humble soldier in his fight,
Be it morning, be it night;

It creates worlds I never knew,
Worlds you’d maybe someday view;
It doesn’t matter in the end,
Is just the magic and contend.

A Quest

A quest for ages man has built
Full of shadows, full of guilt,
He draws the future, even past,
With roles and actors in a cast.

All that’s sacred by mind hidden
For great and power his soul bidden.
The truth more sacred than its breath,
It feeds the mind and brings it health.

A Smile’s Magic

A smile can break a lion’s heart,
Break his soul and him apart,
A smile can make the world go round,
From deepest man to tiniest baud.

A smile I catch with glimpses’ eye
Be it daring, be it shy,
It strikes the sky, a lightning arrow,
Accompanied by heaven’s sparrow.

A smile I saw never’s forgotten,
It roars in mind t’ill be rotten,
It spins the world is given to live,
And brings joy in my blue hive.

Memories of the Future

I spoke of moments lost in sorrow,
I spoke of past and now tomorrow,
Of dreams revived by stars and shadows,
Of life aroused in time's shallows.

The wave of love, of green and blue,
Of sights enjoyed, being with you,
Moments of peace and solitude,
In thoughts evolved in multitude;

Multiple ways to weave a web,
To listen the faith's neb,
To talk of things not known by mind,
Accept the time, accept the bind.

Of things unspoken man can dream,
Of love and hopes virgin of sin,
Unspoken the truth not seen by man,
Shoved by gods and threads they span.

The First Step

She raised her eyes to see the moon,
The moon is shy, will give up soon;
I watched her bathing in the light,
Her eyes and smile look so bright…

I want to say smart lovely words,
My tongue is charmed and hurts,
It hurts to love a stranger’s soul –
The feelings are out of control.

She seems to blush, I try to talk,
Took my heart and slowly walk,
She smiles again, I try to dare –
Suddenly a stroke of flair.

I took her hand, a softly touch,
We step aside, not saying much,
It seems that unspoken words
Do the magic on the roads.

Step with step we reach her house,
From the dark a brave heart mouse,
She clenched my arm, a closer hold,
And then a tender kiss unfolds.

Loving a Rose

She raised her eyes upon my love
Unblinded by a white-snow dove,
She joined her hands like in a bow -
Took my tears and touched my soul.

I kissed her lips, I kissed her toes,
In every sound the love echoes,
So sweet her skin abode in hand,
With every touch of love I send.

Soundless time escaped the gods
In a space not grasped by ods,
Lost is time in silk of skin
Found the space unfold in sin.

I search her eyes of deepest blue,
In light of moon her skin of dew,
Curved, aroused in every inch,
Craves for more with every pinch.

She smells of roses on the plain,
As they rose after the rain,
She blushes as wild roses too,
I love her and her love is true.

I Like Christmas

I like Christmas in shadows of white,
When trees and people are happy and bright,
Fighting the wind, fighting the sorrow,
They live the moment and embrace the tomorrow.

I like Christmas, the smell of white pine,
How globs and odors in a bottle of wine,
Filling the space, filling the time,
They touch the soul and easy the mind.

I like Christmas in the light of a candle,
With thought and heart gloomy and rebel,
Singing a carol, singing of joy,
They ride the time full of enjoy.

I like Christmas, the snowflakes in spin,
While on clothes and rounding of skin,
Hugging the people, hugging the earth,
They clear the air and soul for rebirth.

I Better Be...

I better be a butterfly
And hang around from earth to sky,
To live two lives and be transformed,
Go beyond shape and form.

I better be a humble mind
And have with me the love I find,
To live the state of not being blind,
Go beyond common and bind.

I better be the man of ought
And live abound from form and thought,
To live a time of noble fought,
Go beyond alpha and yot.

He

He never trusted somebody, he never trusted even himself, and not because he didn’t wanted or could, just because people told him not to do that. Waking up each morning and looking in the mirror was nothing special, automatic shaving, automatic dressing, everything was an automatism for him. He never had somebody to love, and there so many “never” that he can portrait in his mind. He actually was thinking if he ever hoped something – did he? It was late in the night, the ceiling was white and so emptied of everything, same as him, same as his life. At the same moment he realized that he wanted something, but he didn’t knew what! Maybe he just wanted that one of the days passing over to be different, to feel something special, to be something special, to meet somebody special. He was thinking at the people he met, people that might be that somebody special, though none of them stirred up any feeling, any slightest emotion.

Staying in bed up all night, his eyes were measuring the ceiling, he knew already each inch, each non-uniformity, though he still haven’t found out the slightest idea how he could change something. The hours were passing, the sunrise already gone, then the lunch and the evening. No call the whole day, no knock in the door, no other event, just the empty walls.

Late in the evening, he finally slept but he was feeling he’s still awake, he could see in his mind the whole room, the moon crossing the sky in its way to nowhere, he could feel his breath calm and quiet, like he wasn’t breathing at all. Maybe he’s already dead, just a thought, but it’s unlikely, he still feels how his blood is circulating though veins. Maybe is just an illusion… He managed to sleep a couple of hours, his mind rambling excessively, questions coming and going, answers without questions, questions without answers. and suddenly everything stopped, like the time was hanging somewhere, like nothing ever existed at all, all space being just a dark still blue.

He remained like this for something that looked like an eternity, when out of a sudden from each corner of the unknown a strange music erupted steadily, like the asters were shouting their song. The music looked so strange but in the same time so familiar, and he was sure he never heard it before! The blue started to vibrate, waves of blue were flying synchronously around him, in something that looked at the beginning so chaotic but so full of forms; with time he could see the patterns and intuit when they will change, when something new will come into existence.

A ball of light appeared inside of his mind, tried to grab it and felt its electrical form, a slight pulsation, and another one. The ball increased its size conquering each corner of his mind, and then of his being, he became the ball and the ball became him. He was not anymore him!

Dreams of home

The wind touches the snow as if it were an old friend, it caresses heavens’ messengers, welcoming them again on the land of men. You can hear the woods screaming in the midst of winter, the branches crackling their song perfected over the years, still wearing the exertion of a beginner; a kind of sound of violin crumbled in incommensurable voices, dissonant in individuality but enjoyable in ensemble. By lowering the ear in the snow you can here the steps of small creatures measuring the unknown space in the search of known. It’s a kind of stillness, it has its sorrow and beauty, not describable by thought of men. The moon sounds its solitude between minuscule shy appearances, its smile is icy, its colour pale, its voice reverberating.

The bush of roses, once painted in green and red, now just a shadow of what it used to be, knocks in the window for clemency, willing to be invited inside, to taste a sip of fire, the old devout whose shadows try to embody a secular fight between life and death. I can watch this dance for hours, listening wood’s praying of on his way to its heaven, measuring its rhythm by the measure of my breath, of memories and dreams. How many of those dreams have gone with the winter, how many with the summer, how many are drowse folded in snow, and how many still care with them a spark of hope? This only the time will tell, be it winter or summer, autumn or spring! After winter comes the spring, it’s the law of nature; some of its creatures don’t make it till then, though those who make it become more powerful and more alive.

About a Smile

That smile of sweetness hit the eye
As a kind remembrance of cherry pie,
A sound of beauty in a wink
More than mind and heart can think.

You scent the air as hypnotized,
With every blink dehumanised -
The words just stop, no strain of move,
Just bits of love falling in groove.

You watch her beauty, make it grow,
A blush aroused in the white snow;
You wonder if so much grace
Is just illusion - it's not the case...

Sounds of beauty, words of silence -
Stillness in a grasp of puissance;
Energies unleashed by heaven
To fulfil the dream of men.

Blind

Has been a long time since the last time I posted something, I’ve been busy with the different hardens of life. Just wonder if somebody reads these posts.

I'm blind to feel, I’m blind to know,
I'm blind to see and touch the snow;
The time has come, the time is gone -
Nothing I lost, nothing I won...

Happy spring time to everybody!

Dancing in the Rain

Just like it never rained before
The sky is blue, the thought is sore -
I wish I'd love, I wish I'd loved,
I wish I used those dreams I stowed.

Full of life and full of hope
Like a shadow on a rope -
Trying to learn, trying to feel
What it matters, what is real.

Are just thoughts drawn in the rain…
The mighty clown looks insane;
Insane my soul, insane my faith,
In sunshine's drops I bath.

Hey you!

Hey you, the one who loves the rain,
Why are you sad? Just walk the lane!
There will be something there for you,
Where and when I wish I knew.

Too much sadness, too less faith,
Be yourself, the way is safe!
All is gone, nothing to lose -
High your spirit, let's get ooze!

Here is...

Here is a candle of my soul,
In blue and white the rays might fall,
They fall and fall, round on your face,
A glim of life, a long of grace.

Here is my darkest blue of all,
Engraved in love, freed in a ball -
It hides and hikes the peaks of pace,
Unknown its name, its hidden place.

In you or me the truth may roll,
From white to blue as in a role -
I find its heart, to me may lace,
A fight of thought, a card of ace.

The life is just the pulse and rall,
Expands and beats in search of goal-
The search of me in flow of race,
It's humble scope, return to base.

The Unknown Sea

Beyond a sea of cyberfaces
There is a soul to see,
Between the lot of humble faces
Here is the soul of me.

These things are great,
The others are not -
In just a sip of fate
There is a chance of pot.

If isn't me, if isn't you,
These things are never taught -
In every me, in every you,
There is the search of ought.

A Sip of Wine

Living the life the way it should be
It's a mad dream, sometimes poetry;
Or just a sip from an old wine,
Touching a woman from ten to nine.

Nothing is perfect, the way it should be -
The see of sea, the tray of the tree;
We'd be bored of perfection,
And overfilled of affection.

The wine is smiling, it's talking to me,
Talking about love and her anatomy;
I'm starting to mumble living a dream,
It's only my life that makes me scream.

Are you intrigued? You shouldn't be -
Nothing is new, what it happens to me;
The wine is different but same effect,
Its wonderful power is not to neglect.

Afraid

I am afraid of what will never be,
As I see you, as you see me...
And nothing happens 'till the end -
No kiss, no love, no curtain bend.

I am afraid of love to find,
To let it come, to feel behind...
A soul, a smile, the mistletoe -
To feel the love and let her go.

I let all go, it is my curse,
I hope will end with a rebirth;
I want, I want something to feel -
I want all that I love as real.

Reality, too many I -
From I to why, from eye to eye...
I'm just a child getting so old -
Sooner white and later bald.

I have a dream - I'll learn to love,
I need just time, bless from above...
I am afraid, all has an end -
I'm waiting for the soul that's meant.

Journal of Faith

The mighty sky's the church I found,
Trees my temples built in ground.
The Mighty God, he smiles sometimes
When the sun's uncovered by the clouds.

He cries as I'm seldom crying too -
It's not a shame, we all same do;
I feel the winds blessing my soul,
I mourn the past, but forgive all.

When Life

When life is just a stupid game,
And all the things look the same -
I want to leave all this behind
And take my faith something to find.

There is the hope, there are the dreams,
And nothing here is like it seams -
There is a soul, when we have one,
There is a life, the love we've won.

When life is playing dirty tricks,
I find a smile, the beauty speaks -
Or find a tree under the sky
And learn to fly, higher, high!

Nothing New

Nothing new and nothing old
That is all that have been told;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Searching for the soul of dew,

Look around, around the world
How uncovered is the fold;
Look inside, inside the soul -
Maybe we could stop the fall.

Nothing new and nothing old,
There is nothing to be sold;
Nothing old and nothing new -
Those who find the truth are few.

Letting Go

   Has been some time since the last time I wrote something, I was not in the mood to express anything. Sometime there is nothing to express or other time when there are so many to express but no words can be found.
   I wish I could write more often, I wish...

Letting go

I had to let the bird to fly
From deepest see to highest sky;
I can not love, I can not hate -
Might call it doom, it's simple fate.

It's just a way of letting go,
Going through time, walking in snow;
I'm frozen and icy all around -
The wind is just a silly sound.

One step, the future holds in hand,
There is no thing to understand;
Just grasp whatever life becomes -
The time hides in drums...

Why Angels Can Fly?

I've seen white angels on my grave -
This image all my life I've craved;
I've lost my soul, I've tinned my heart,
My touch is from the earth apart.
I'm looking now, the angels fly -
For this I lived, for this I died;
A simple question is still tied,
Why not me, why angels can fly?

The Crazy Man with Crazy Hat

The crazy man with crazy hat
Was walking in the rain,
No thoughts, no tears to let,
All world looks the same.

A smile here, other there,
A spin - no time to fear;
Unworthy words try to bear
The smallest gesture of dear.

The crazy man with crazy hat
Believes in any drop of light;
He plays his game in every set -
No good, no bad, no right.

The Magic of a Prayer

      To an angel

Oh, my angel, unseen your face
Between Hell and Heaven's grace,
Untouched your soul in light of moon,
Unchained your heart across the doom,

Bless my soul and bless my fate,
Give me love, show me the gate,
Light may gloom around the age,
Take me from my darkest cage!

Breeze, here it comes! I feel its way...
I let her in, I let her stay;
I let my soul in light of May,
She teaches my heart to love - obey.

Now is peace, and may forever last;
There is no present, nor the past,
There is no time and felt no space
Just magic, beauty, charm and grace.

About a Poem

I used to dream about a poem
The poem that I'll never write,
It is about my soul, bohem,
About the lonely daily life...

How shall I start? How shall I end?
How shall I let the words pretend?
I walk around, around the age
So much love and so much rage.

Can you describe a life of man
In two verses, maybe ten?
The rhythm gentle, the rhyme may bounce
In a kindly sweet romantic nuance.

Would be so nice... Is just a dream!
My life is real I touch and feel,
And even if it makes me scream
I can not sell it for a bill.

Small things...

I woke up one morning and I refused all -
the blue of the Sky,
the coldness of Earth,
the Dark and the Light,
the Light and the Dark,
the breath of the Air
and even my Soul...

Why should I live? Why should I die?
Why all this happens to lye?!
Too many whys, too many things -
Couldn't be simpler than this?

Shouldn't be just... just you and me,
a piece of the sky,
a bit of the earth,
two blades of green,
and a flower in spin?

Pentagrama

Printre simboluri presarate
Pe-o pentagrama-n chip de cruce,
S-ascunde pururi o naframa
Ce o nadejde-n cer aduce.

De este Fiu, de este Tata,
In Duhul Sfant se intrupeaza;
O fila sortii inchinata,
Ca o scanteie ce vibreaza.

O simti plapanda pe aripe,
Dar poti sa zbori in zbor maiastru,
Si fericirea da s-adape,
Nascand in ceruri pui de astru.

Fara de chip, fara de vrere,
Mi se arata printre clipe;
E-un inceput fara-ncheiere
Visul de astru sa-nfiripe.

Despre iubire

dedicata unui nume din mare

Răpus de duhurile nopții,
Mă las în somnul cel de taină,
Când timpul pare pus pe șotii
Și viața-n șoapte cere vamă.

M-amuz, nu am nimic a face,
Privesc cum totul se destramă;
Clădesc ruinile-mi stângace,
Când val de val iubirea sfarmă.

De-aș fi poet în nemurire,
Să cânt iubirea-n strune dulci,
Să las amarul în izbavă,
Să se înalțe printre stânci.

Îmi sunt trist fără de vrere,
Și e păcat, culeg doar vânt;
De-aș fi sădit o adiere -
Să îmi fiu vrednic pe pământ.

Despre iubire - vers stangace

There is a saying, love created a few of the most beautiful poems and many of the worse of them. Here is my contribution to... the big size of web.

Se spune ca dragostea a dat nastere celor mai frumoase poezii dar si celor mai putin putin putin fumoase. Aceasta e contributia mea la... marimea internetului.

Despre iubire - vers stangace
dedicat unei nume din mare

M-am asezat sa scriu despre iubire,
Despre un vis ce nu a fost;
Tot ce stiu - ca e zidire
Unei lumi plina de rost.

S-a stins o stea in lumea noua,
Pecetea s-a lasat zabava;
Udata de un fir de roua,
Cand piere a iubirii slava.

Incep sa cred ca vantul ma blastama,
Ca cerul mi-e potrivnic printre nori;
Dar am macar aceeasi flama,
Ce m-a salvat de-atatea ori.

Ma las cuprins de deznadejde,
Privesc pierdut in ape adanci;
Si simt cum timpul plamadeste -
Un biet hoinar rapus de stanci.

Cand te gandesti ca tot e joaca-
Ulciorul se mai varsa uneori;
Si suferinta da sa-mi placa,
Doar am avut-o-n cale atatea ori.

De ce ma clatin printre stele
Cand pot zbura unde voiesc?
Deci las in urma ganduri grele -
Destinul sa imi implinesc.

Vers de vis

De-as scrie-un vers in fir de vant
De la cer pan'la pamant,
L-as scrie-n zori in dor de vis
Cu lacrimi dulci din paradis.

De-ar fi sa beau nectarul unui nor
Sa-l prind din zari in frantu-mi zbor,
L-as bea incet ca sa ma-mbat
Pe-un curcubeu sa ma desfat.

De te-as iubi cum n-am iubit
As face-o doara-n asfintit,
Sa te alint cu viers de stele
In foc nebun de dalbe Iele.

Shade of Blue

Unshaped the sky in drop of rains
Between roses arised in lanes,
Between the sounds of deepest love
Raised from the touch of silky dove.

Trough every shade of light of blue
I'm searching for the soul of due,
From morning through the deepest night
To find the love of peaceful light.

GENEZA

Adormiti pe caldaramul pustiu
Se-ntrec in soapte pasi-mi
Pasi, pasi pana-n tarziu -
Se scalda-n lacrimi.

Se mai aude-un sunet sec
Ivit in pragul noptii,
De lacrimi parca ma innec -
Este doar glasul sortii.

M-amuz in ceruri fara pas;
Hohote de om nebun,
In suvoiul mortii ma revars -
Nimic rau, nimic bun...

E doar un joc fara sfarsit
Dar care nici... n-a inceput,
Ma simt confuz, chiar parasit -
Ce am avut si ce-am pierdut?!

In miscari fara contur
Imbrac in straie Universul
Ce pare acum un Tot matur -
Dar tot copil imi este viersul!

Suflu-n palme si-amagesc
Clipe trecute - o mie,
Le invelesc si le sadesc -
Sa iti ajunga tie.

Mai fac un pas,
Pamantu-i sterp, nisip, desert
E sufletul fara pripas -
Va fi al Negrului desert...

Alb si Negru laolalta
Paharul vremii il imbata
Si curg prin vene - ndata -
Intunericul lumina cata.

O tabla-n opturi patratita -
Un bob de grau ii duce dorul.
Doi jucatori prinsi de ispita -
'Si-mpart amorul.

Si ma-ntrebati de ce imi rad
In barba fara de pasare;
O bieti copii, cand eu surad -
O fac in lacrime amare...

Intr-un tarziu

Intr-un tarziu ploaia a-nceput sa cada
Luand in asalt intreaga strada,
Acoperisurile urmara,
Si asta tarziu, in seara.

Intr-un tarziu luna coboara
Asa lin, asa clara;
Strabate usor bolta cereasca
De tine dand sa-mi aminteasca.

Intr-un tarziu m-apuca dorul
Dorul de mine,de tine; ulciorul...
Se varsa in apa de ploaie
Natura-mi se trezeste greoaie

Si-ncep a striga in ceruri,
Si-n cele din urma eteruri
Iubirea-mi ce moarta
Invie fara de soarta.

Si-ncep a iubi o fantasma,
Adulmec incet o mireasma-
Parfumul ce-ar trebui sa fie...
Al tau, de-ai fi vie...

Intr-un tarziu soarele-nalta,
Razele-mi scanteie-n fata;
Lacrima eterul coboara
Si nu intaia oara...

Intr-un tarziu vantul adie
In dimineata-mi tarzie,
Cuprinde in valuri zarea
Ca apoi sa-mi ia visarea...

Monarhala

Am scris pe-un fir de iarba nemurire
Ivita din lacrima pierduta anume
Am strans-o-palma pana ce-n uimire
Inima a strigat fara de nume...

Mi-am zis ca as putea zidi
Din lacrima-mi chiar Universul
In umbra unei papadii,
Schimbandu-mi viata, sensul...

Dimineata asterne roua peste clipe
Cand soarele sculat pesemne
Da voalul unui nor peaproape -
O fila din viata-i sa insemne.

Cu o miscare in eter
Insemn trecerea-mi prin viata
Privesc la lacrima cum sa agata
De aer, imi sunt stingher.

Zambesc, un fluture in mici ocoale
Tremura din aripioare
Ii simt vibratia in cale
Il vad zburand spre soare

Acum trei degete deasupra
Arunca zeul foc si para
La norii ce ii vin asupra -
Sageti din cer in vant coboara.

Spumega cerul, urla padurea
In umeda iarba imi las capul
Primind botezul, izbavirea
Si-adorm...

Filosofie

Suspenda timpul intr-o clipa
Suspenda gandul in tacere
Cand lumina ti se pierde
In vibratii fara vrere.

Inneaca timpul intr-o clipa
Inneaca gandul in tacere
Si vei face-atunci avere.

Priveste timpul intr-o clipa
Priveste gandul in tacere...

Jefuitori de morminte

Imi jefuiesc mormantul,
ca vulturii-s la prada
cei ce in parada
nu-mi vor crede gandul.

Ma jefuiesc de oase
Albite-n necuvinte,
Cand vorbele pioase
Devin doar oseminte.

Ma-ngroapa in tacere
Plansul de-a fi-n murire,
Fara de-a mea vrere
Pasind din nemurire.

Pasesc pe frunze moarte,
Mormantul mi-e aproape;
Dar multe ne desparte,
Si greu mai e pamantul...

...................

Pe lespede funerara
Imi scris-am epitaful
Din viata mea amara,
Cand s-a lasat cearceaful:

Aici se odihneste
Jefuitorul de cuvinte,
Cel ce se mai numeste
Jefuitorul de morminte.

Salcia

Se alina salcia in vant
De la cer pan'la pamant,
De plange tainic al meu dor -
As vrea sa fiu, sa mor.

Imi suna frunza in auz
Plecat in stol de cucuruz,
De ochii mei mi te ascund -
Nici ca te vad, ca te aud.

Ratacire

Din fiinta in nefiinta,
Din ignoranta in trebuinta,
Din stiinta in nestiinta,
Mi se coboara si se inalta,
Umila in propria-I aroganta-
O iluzie dospind a speranta
Se pierde regasindu-se-n ceata,
De tine se desprinde, se agata.

Contraste

E vara, e cald, e iarna, e frig-
Numele tau intr-una il strig,
E zi, e noapte, e soare, e luna -
Chipu-ti din cer si mare se-aduna.

De schimb cuvinte in necuvinte
Unitate si chaos sa-mi reprezinte,
Le schimb in lumina si intuneric -
Forma si vid apar in viata generic.

Eternitate si clipa, durere ferice,
Iubire si ura tie templu ridice;
Iluzii, sperante uitate in vina
Din fiinta-n nefiinta dand sa imi vina.

Ratacire

Pe vreascuri trosninde-n valvataia mortii
Se-ngroapa euforic pasi-mi,
Gustand acea mocirla ce sta in umbra noptii
Pasesc adanc, pana la lacrimi;
Gem sub pasii mei frunze demult moarte -
Toate-s aici, eu mi-s departe.

Prin ganduri ce-mi vin ca in cascade
Trec pasii tai iubita ce-am avut;
Viata imi pare o gluma in sarade,
Tot ce-am avut odata in noapte s-a pierdut.

Innot in ceata densa din iadul de afara,
Puternic scanceste vantul in furie straina-
Strain si mort mi-e tot ce ma-nconjoara;
Puternic mi-este dorul, iubirea far'de vina
Ce geme-n mine parca si se-aprinde
Cand inima-mi ca nuferi se inchide.

Joc in noapte

Cerul si marea ineaca gandul,
In nemiscare ingroapa pamantul,
Stele mute - licurici in noapte,
Vantul si noaptea se transpun in soapte.

Unde voioase imi cutreiera gandul,
Singur cutreier si eu pamantul...
Stau ingandurat privind la noapte -
Nimic altceva - aceleasi soapte...

File de poveste

Joc de cuvinte spuse in graba,
Gandul mereu inima-ntreaba:
De ce-ai plecat din gandurile mele,
De s-au ascuns - unde mi-s ele?!

Ma joc alene in nemiscare,
Nimic pe cerul pierdut in zare,
Doar un cuvant ivit fara de vrere
Din lunga tristete in scurta tacere.

File de viata se rup zgomotoase,
De timp si soare fiindu-mi roase;
Un fir de lumina se-ncumeta a trece
Din dura durere ce nu vrea sa plece.

E zi, e seara, e noapte, e vara -
Dimineata nu vrea s-apara,
E cald, e lumina, e-ntuneric, e rece -
Gandul hoinar se-mparte in zece.

Calator

Ma-ntampina zilnic inimi de gheata-
A lor privire sufletu-mi ingheata,
Trec nepasatori pe strazile murdare,
Si ele moarte de recea nepasare.

Ma plimb printre jaloane presarate
Pe sumbrele strazi ce mi-s acum pavate
Cu sperante frante, inimi zdrobite
De dorinte scumpe ramase ne-mplinite.

Doar felinare slabe ivite din trecut
Mai lumineaza jalnic al strazilor tumult,
Reclame zgomotoase imprastie iluzii,
Tot se transforma-n scumpe deziluzii.

Voaluri diafane te indeamna la placere -
Trupuri slinoase lasate la vedere,
In cersatori mizeri mi se masoara strada,
In hoti si in nemernici cautandu-si prada.

Odata cu-ntunericul lasat pe bulevarde
Care mai iese acum afara se-ncearca in bravade,
Doar luna in naframa straluce undeva
Sporind in grea masura dorul ivit cuiva.

Genune

Ma joc. Cuvintele-s nebune,
Acordu-i disonant as spune;
Imi sfredelesc genunea.

Ma-nnec acum, apoi, totuna.
Betie, groaza de cuvinte,
Si de murire-n necuvinte;
Dar nu conteaz-as spune -
Caci totul e genune...

The Stranger

Silence...
It's strange to be a stranger,
The world don't fits,
Is not even in its needs;
He is a shadow from the dark
Sometimes just walking in a park
No trace, no space, no time
It's not worth a dime.

You

When the moon walks on your shoulder
Sometimes a ray remains much longer,
It steps solemn, like in a temple -
It ends its life just to contemple…

When a drop just touch your skin
Feels your soul, diverts akin
With every pore I felt or feel;
My heart is charmed, you are the seal.

With every gesture of the time
I feel the life, I feel the rhyme;
The Universe it seems so small -
How much I love?! It's above all...

With every breeze the winds caress,
Spent in your hair is more assessed;
So soft… my hand in it forever rests
And play and rests and plays and rests…

You are with me, what can I say?
For me your wish is just obey -
No time, no space, no wind, no place
Describes your beauty, charm and grace.

Wish

I'd like to dance in rainy still -
To feel and feel and fill,
To dream the love and to fulfill
The endless life in rainy still…

I'd like to close the eyes in sun,
To catch the stars and run and run,
To feel the life has just begun
In yellow ears of the sun.

I'd like to swim against the clouds -
To feel the drops in skins abodes,
The river grows, the see abides
The lonely thoughts that loads the roads.

Behind the Doors

Behind the doors the crowd asleep,
I hear its roar, I hear its weep;
Shadows are dancing in the night,
All is dressed in black and never white.

Behind the doors there is no life,
The Time is groom and Death its wife;
There's no start, there's no end,
We come from land, return to land.

Behind the doors I stay alive
My soul in chains but I strive;
I hear my breath, the die is still
I take my faith and kneel.

Seven Days - Creation

First day
I took a minute to see the sky,
To catch the catcher in the rye;
I took two seconds from the past
To see that good and evil last.

Second day
I've made my world, I've made my time
So good and evil now may rhyme;
I sunk my soul, I let it shy,
I brought the life, I brought the die.

Third day
I made the apple, I built the sin,
Invent the words with a no mean,
I sized the truth and so its depth,
The justice blind, its sound is deaf.

Fourth day
I thrown my heart and love arises,
In its own beauty grows and rises -
I kept the hate to keep in balance,
I let the soul to dark and glance.

Fifth day
I shown my face, the crowd is slave-
Its soul is caught in mystic rave,
I've got the power, I am the God,
I keep the rules in number odd.

Sixth day
I sing my song, all is divine -
A storm caught in a glass of wine,
I drink its sap, I throw the seeds
To fill the world with all its needs.

Seventh day
I take a rest, now I could die
Where wild roses seemly lie,
I made my grave and I could sleep
Without tears, with heaven's weep.

A Game

I played a game - I made the world,
And all this from a ticket sold;
Was old and useless, thus I thought -
I sell white pages you have bought.

I make the cards, I'm laughing too,
A fact - I've nothing else to do,
I make a joke, I make a spin -
The virtue now is again sin.

I rule the world, I am the master,
From beauty I could take disaster,
I throw a dice, your life -you stay
In hell from the Milky Way.

I see your thoughts, all I can buy
With just a simple view of sky;
Lots of questions, answers - none,
Death is useless, life in van...

Now you can go and take your run!
You are not even on your ground…
I make a gesture and life is end,
With its moments I meant to lend.

Beauty

I've seen the beauty thus may speak
In my humble way of seek,
I've seen the beauty under sky -
For this I could kill, I die...

I've kissed its toes in esteem way,
The whole world mist in a word could stay;
I've touched her face, I felt her heart
From the end and from the start.

I've breathed its air and I still do,
I steal its moments, I return them too;
I felt inside, I touch outside
While white horses I can ride.

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A riddle comes from no where’s land,
From last words that have been send -
It's nothing old, is nothing new,
The only fact is: I love you!

Pray - Former Prophecy

Let the future come to me,
What should be and shall not be!
Oh my Lord - unknown your way
In my longest nights of pray.

Rest my head against the words,
Thoughts becoming icy swords;
Hands just wanting to fulfill
Fore coming threads in silent still.

Amazing lines describe the world
Nothing bought and nothing sold;
Empty forms forever last
From the end against the past.

Oh my Lord - give me the truth
From the portal of the youth;
Let the wisdom be my home
And the world my humble dome.

Spirit, trinity in one -
What shall be equals the gone
In a glass empty of wine
Or in nothingness of a dime.

I feel the wind, I feel the sun
When the seconds come and run,
Matter dancing all above
In the fire of old love.

More to say and more to pray
On the earth a second day!
Nature, bless me now - I'm blind,
Help me in my holy find...

Never Believe

Never believe in angels,
Never believe in love,
Never believe in strangers
Or in the sky above.

Philosophy

There's no time, there's no land,
There's no space you can pretend,
There's no light, there's no dark,
Just silence under bluest arch.

Verse without Title

I watched the moon so many times,
So I could find something that rhymes,
That touches my soul in every night-
Can be my guide, can be my light.

Music, enriched the heights above,

In every heart is bringing love,
The dance, the rhythm - old and new;
All this I wish, I should I knew.

Too many "my", too many "I" 
But who I am, whom do I lie?
What have I done so I pretend - 
The few notes came from a band!

Nonsense

I thought the mountain covers the hills
I thought the night is a place to fulfill
An illusion which comes from the real,
One step, another, the power of will.

I can dream with no sorrow,
I can touch, fill or borrow
Fire's innuendo in the rays of the sun
Just playin' the act of a silly dumb.

One more, another, just breath the air,
Create from the stars a verse of Homer.
Let the rhythm be gentle, be one with the wind,
Or just the blue-icy queen of the rink.

The madman with wrinkles is trying to ring,
So childish as beauty of spring;
The land of shadows is beginning to rise-
The keeper just throws the dice.

Shadows of Truth

Caught the mice in shadowed trap,
Looks its way to final lap
Tries to find the mighty way
Between lots of yes and nay.

Caught the mice, short live the cat
In its skin striped and fat,
Feared whiskers shiver and spin
In the skin of souls akin.

Touch of Night

I've touched the night in winter's day;
So cold, so warm the flake obeys,
The dance of nature flies away
In winter's music dances and stays.

Gently breathes, akin with me -
Hundred whirlwinds begin to grow
Bigger and bigger as much can be;
And then so quiet. Silence. Snow.

Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye, unknown my name,
White and black caught in a frame;
Whom the winter now can blame?!
In winter's night we are the same...

Me

I wish I could fly,
I wish I could die;
good and bad will take me high.

Black and white comes together in me -
that's what you get
that's what you see...

Romantica

pe-un val de luna, semiluna,
chipul tau din zari se-aduna,
de prin veac si de departe
mii de ani in ceas strabate,
mii de versuri, necuvinte,
sentimente, juraminte.

pe un val de gand, iubire,
imi apari din amintire,
ca prin ceata mai aproape
te-nfiripi alin pe ape,
in contururi se-alinta
trupul tau firav de nimfa.

pe-un val de vant zburdand prin plete
iti strang trupu-n dor, cu sete,
simti cum inima tresara?
de ce oare bunaoara?
simti cum sufletul se-aprinde
dand prin ceruri sa colinde?

Critica la autocritica

unei poetese - critic

Multstimata domnisoara,
Pana mea este usoara,
Scrie vrute si nevrute,
Randuri slabe, randuri multe;

De conteaza, alb sau negru,
Gandul meu este integru,
El incearca o idee -
Nu se vrea o epopee.

V-a jignit a mea gandire,
Va cer scuze, in mahnire,
N-am cercat sa pun tipare
Pe tabloul din visare.

Dati verdicte si citate -
Poate ca aveti dreptate...
Sufletul va e departe,
Inima lipseste poate.

Imi puteti sa fiti minune,
Imi puteti sa fiti idee,
Sa intruchipati in Sine
Tot, albastra odisee,

Filosof de-ati fi in taina
Ati privi peste cuvinte -
Un cliseu e viata toata,
Lumea-i plina de morminte!

La doi pasi uitati de soare

Pe la noua inserate joaca luna sah cu-n nour -
E partida incitanta, stelele imi stau la sfada,
Cine bate, cine bate; o cometa-n avangarda
Captivata de partida mai sa dea peste un bour.

Mama, vantul ce vuieste printre piesele-nsirate,
Cantareste cu-o ochiada a capturii greutate -
Un nebun, o tura, dama, si-un pion in jocul rege
Pe doi cai si o regina - stie taina sa dezlege...

Norul muta, asistenta e-n admirare -
O mutare inspirata - a blocat doar Carul Mare,
Nu mai e chip de scapare, oare?
Luna se-oglindeste-n mare, parca fara de pasare.

A trecut dansa prin multe, multe-n timpuri nevazute!
Doar vazut-a cum Olimpii castigara-n inceputuri,
Cum un cal fara de veste peste Troia navaleste,
Cum planetele-n miscare pregatesc a sortii scuturi...

Se trezeste din visare, si apare o mutare -
O rocada peste timpuri cu un rege printre regi;
A scapat de data asta, lumea e in admirare -
Norul parca da-n turbare printre ropote intregi.

Cum? avea totul la mana, ce frumos putea sa fie...
Resemnat priveste totul prin lumina azurie,
Mai ofteaza printre picuri si apoi se potoleste
Lasand locu-i peste timpuri noii zi ce se trezeste.

Vis de vara

Privirea-ti e boema si zambetul maiastru
Si trupu-ti nud ca gandul;
Femeie din alabstru
Inchina-mi al tau suflet
Pe sufletu-mi sihastru!

Iti inchina-voi ode, voi inceta razboaie,
de vei lasa privirea-mi trupu-ti sa despoaie,
de vei lasa sanul de mana-mi sa se-ndoaie...

Privirea-mi e hulpava, necugetat e gandul,
Si inima-mi tresara cand nara adulmecanda
Iti simte-n zori parfumul...

Atata frumusete, atatea zari divine,
Eu sunt departe si gandu-i tot la tine;
Mi te privesc in noapte pana de ziua vine,

Mi te privesc in luna, in oglindiri de stele,
Masor spatiul aievea, fara un punct anume,
Cutrier timpul pe un creion cu vele,
Si mi te caut in lume,
Si mi te caut in stele...

Chanted Heart

A beautiful name, a beautiful girl,
No wonder her skin is a marvelous pearl -
She's smiling at me, I'm all petrified,
With just a blink she touched me inside.

What can I say or what can I do?
Is like a dream and is it so true...
I'm trying to move, falling apart,
Even since then from my soul is apart.

I'm trying to smile, no word I can say,
Unspeakable love waits no delay -
How can the words describe what I feel?
Locked is my heart and she is the seal.

Old Wine Verses

In two old wine glasses you can bear
All your luck and all dispear,
All the dreams came to a start
Playing in your life a part.

Look, the potion in your hand
How transformed in one night stand,
Maybe last or maybe first,
Depending on the daily thirst.

Feeling dizzy? Feeling cool?
Oh my friend, you are just a fool
If you think you can pretend
Nothing happened 'till the end!

Sweet dreams!

Sweet dreams my little friend,
Sweet dreams - the night has come;
Let your mind in new old land -
Plese comme in, please come.

Here angels have some fun -
All the day they fool around,
Nothing's crying to be done
Here's no top and neither ground.

Sweet dreams, just smile and grin,
Many children, please come in,
All is blue and all is green,
Is so nice to be herein.

Sweet dreams my little friend,
Sweet dreams - the night has come;
Let your soul in new old land
Plese comme in, please come.