Ladies,

Earth, Water, Sky, Me and Being in love

Artist @ work

berries: awberries: strawberries:

Rosebud

din cuvintele de ieri azi bucatele calde si colorate si zambete ce infloresc si imperturbabila dorinta

Think of me, I think of you

Returning home

and when i decided to return home, get on the midnight cannonball, as i was approaching the town station, the more i was thinking, the more annoying got the buzz in my head, picturing my mother and her long run lover, the sky pilot, who am i, Reverend Joness, with an s, the prolonged sound intended to be a sort of mockery, i am your Father, Yes, Sir, the truth is i am but an Angelina, don’t know who my dad is, two years on the road. the station is nearby, i grab my bindlestiff and on i go, but bulls are roaming around, so i turn left and then left again, no chance of getting a seat on the accommodation car tonight, since i left the station, and i kept turning to the left, it’s a common human behavior, as if no other directions existed and no other exits, no north, south, east or west, I’d probably sleep again in the bone orchard, considering to flip tomorrow if i’m lucky enough on the hills, where trains are slower, and as i was planning my moves next day, the home return, i felt my stomach grumbling, making more noise than the buzz in the head, i’d give my life for a steamy stew and golden potatoes, if only there was a soup bowl close, i can barely feel my feet, and i need to rest.

Balta

~a frog of the choir

~curious pinky scarf joined in

~spic de balta

~tens of fish and another frog

Poezia noastra

Nympha raului

together

Sub copertina

..nu ploua, si cuvintele se strecoara printre degete inlantuite

Pa(i)saje

The whitest cloud

i understand you and i love you

wish you’d understand too that i exist to make you happy,

that i’ll never give up on what i love,

that you are my love

and that i want to be close to you,

taste simple happiness

Interesting behaviour

May morning

Atlas

Two hold the world

To do with a flower

~who doesn’t love flowers?

Wind swirl

Copacul cu pasari

love you is the key to open anything

Taxi driver

Eu iubesc

Uphill

Poppies

raah mai spune ceva ca mor de plictiseala

imi place accentul tau, in rest nu mai vreau sa zic nimic

Those times

Wide Open

That great self that he is

Entrance

Tartacuta

the tart i got for my birthday

Louis the cat

Louis was my first cat,

i’ve had him since five,

little tiger hunting butterflies and grasshoppers,

blue-eyed and gray fur and a friendly mood most of the time,

or so it’s said to mean holding the tail up,

he loved to sleep beside me and to purr.

for thirteen years we had done

uncounted expeditions,

first to the garden, down the street,

the candy store, Miss Hamilton’s great garden

with flowers and bowls of milk and cherries

and prunes and old dog Henry,

then further on, the forest on the hills,

the green park at the margin of the town.

we were inseparable for long years,

until one day, i was in town to meet a friend,

at home, my other friend

closed his blue eyes forever.

the sky was cloudy. it rained.

as i was smiling, without clue - it’s as they say -

for the loss of a friend

you lose something and gain something else

instead.

.

(by me)

Tunisian Camel

The golden cloud

Show

Lord of the flies

A flower

Eu vreau sa fim noi doi impreuna mereu

Pietre moi

Everything in between

The ruins

The melody

~ask too much

Who climbed those stairs

‘tare se mai insala cel care crede ca e usor sa pronunti un nume, in dragoste, pentru prima oara” . when will dreams come true? when will we live them? when will i fall asleep with my cheek on your cheek and your face covered with my hair

***

Life lesson

up on the hill, caressing the back of a cat,

behind a carriage waiting and two restless studs

one white one gray, covered with multicolored beads,

his cheeks caressed by winds -

this is my kingdom, son, he spoke,

his long thin fingers entangled with the fur,

one day it will be yours;

the child looked at the valley,

then to his father’s side,

his prolonged head, his thin stature,

his womanly chest - covered in gold.

and spoke no word, just blinked, and for the first time

had a glimpse of whom he was.

A king

.

(by me)

ten items or less..

i love/i’d take with me

“

you

camera

book(s)

music

animals/pets

flowers

a notebook to write upon

nature

my brother

———–

i hate

“

distance

lies

wars

ignorance

lack of enthusiasm

violence

lack of free time

platitude

Eating stories with the spoon

for among the words there is always our story

Raining raining