Posted in Poezie, etichetat batrani, concert, dor, muzica on iunie 23, 2008 | 3 Comentarii »
un oboi si doua flaute:
muzica se infiripa
ca o randunica spre tavan,
spre cer, un val se revarsa
de dor, o adiere alba prin par
si maini cuminti in poala,
de dor de ceva ce nu exista
nici nu va exista vreodata
.
by me
Posted in Poezie, etichetat love poem on iunie 8, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
you are my treasure, forever enchanting,
entire world revolves around you
like the earth around the sun,
the substance called truth,
the crystal clear song of smiles, as
my thoughts fly, flocks of birds through silver air
towards your heart, i sit here dreaming of your love -
happiness bears a name, us two..
and i will always love you
(by me)
Posted in Poezie on mai 25, 2008 | No Comments »
on a train from aredoa to buisi
i met a child with an old mom
and a younger dad.
she reminded me of myself,
so i approached her and asked:
‘what do you like to do?’
‘nothing’ she replied,
‘i quit dancing, and i don’t like nature’
her answer almost unbelievable
until her dad’s knee touched mine
and her mom went to sleep, tired.
if you [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat life, man, old on mai 25, 2008 | No Comments »
the old man
watches the child -
throwing pebbles into the river
singing among the picked up flowers
two birds painted upon a blue blue sky
barefoot biting the ripe peach, the boy ventures
into the orchard, and pulls up
Anne and the other girl’s sandy skirts,
into the evening, their protests seem little laughs,
sweet pretenders.
when have i lived?
murmurs the old man,
watching.
.
by me
Posted in Poezie, etichetat haiku on mai 24, 2008 | No Comments »
I started looking
around the empty rooms
a sign you lived there
Posted in Poezie, etichetat hobo on mai 13, 2008 | 7 Comentarii »
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 [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat cat poem, pet, pisica on mai 7, 2008 | No Comments »
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 [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat cetate, history, Oradea, ruins, stairs, trepte on mai 4, 2008 | No Comments »
‘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 [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat cuvant, green, iarba, iubire, memories, vacanta on aprilie 28, 2008 | No Comments »
.
.
cand cuvintele se-amesteca
precum culorile,
unele prind aripi si zboara,
altele se tarasc pe sub frunze
confundandu-se, schimbandu-si forma,
metamorfoze, metonimii,
altele incercand sa se-alipeasca,
se lovesc, se ciobesc, schiopateaza,
ca un ranit intr-un razboi
in numele dragostei,
ironie, se numeste un bun samaritean pagan,
nu, negatie, repetitie, epitet,
da, cuvintele atrag cuvinte,
un rau ce devine o mare,
hai sa navigam,
vantul e bun la pupa,
pana si pictorii sunt [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat dream, love poem, surreal on aprilie 25, 2008 | No Comments »
she was the last to know
she would be a bride
but she was equally happy,
though a little confused, when
putting on the white dress,
vaporous and smiling as a summer morning,
she found herself in the middle of a bull race -
rows upon rows of people chased by bulls,
and then when her brother vanished
and a friend jumped over a [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat love poem on aprilie 23, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
it wasn’t a fly
that has landed upon my forehead,
it’s a dream, when we kiss,
you take me into your country,
and i follow, night upon day,
smile upon another smile, hearts glowing,
not the free afternoons
with white clouds and words sipped from lips
tasting of stories and blue butterflies..
,
at most - a may bee
.
(BY ME)
[...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat daffodil, dried flowers, flori uscate, framboise, love poem, narcisa, orphans, pivoine, two on aprilie 20, 2008 | No Comments »
~parca ar fi fost niste meduze
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pivoine and Framboise
.
Nobody knew her real name.
But the day she arrived at the White Shelter
on Street 53rd, in a basket, there were
three peonies beside her small round head.
Lady Chatterhouse investigations concluded:
she was French. Her mother a poor flowergirl in Paris,
and her dad left for East India.
She was named [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat apa, fantana, fountain, love, morning, Oradea, poem, street, water, wind, world on aprilie 18, 2008 | Comments Off
fate loves the fearless
**************
This Morning
.
the wind blew hard enough
to raise a paperbag on its wing
as if it were a bird of its own
and the sky, cloudy enough
to make the sunrays look like spears
against the land,
and my eyes, looking up
traveled into the morning light
always towards you,
and i kept asking,
what if, all of a sudden,
there were no [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat gand, iubire, love, thought on aprilie 17, 2008 | No Comments »
.
if indeed the power of thought is unlimited,
what have you felt
when I smiled at your sweet torture,
when I touched your forehead in a photograph -
my heart skipped a beat,
when the words younger than golden sunrise
traveled with the speed of light
to say, baby, I love you
.(by me)
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat copac, flori rosii, tree on aprilie 14, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
noi doi e cel mai magic cuvant din lume
.
YOUR KISSES, YOUR HOT EMBRACE
.
will he find her -
the girl who dresses as lolita sometimes
who reads poetry and devours books,
who believes in magic and science
who plays with clouds, grasshoppers and flowers
and words - who hides and comes out
like a rainbow, like a speck of dust
on a sunny [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat iubire, love on aprilie 13, 2008 | No Comments »
Three-liner:
.
hide me inside your chest -
the frailty of a request
less frail than your alluring silence
.
(by me)
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat cer, flight, hurdle, love, marathon poem, morning, pasare, run, sky, zbor on aprilie 12, 2008 | No Comments »
For You
.
.
I would run the marathon
just to be close to you
put my trust upon a white dove
I would run over hurdles
of beguiling foreign things
(by me)
~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat melc, snail on aprilie 10, 2008 | No Comments »
am scris un poem, nu asta, dar de data asta, al doilea vine primul.
un fel de portret..construit pe tema berbecii au ca motto ‘i am”
..
i am a tender person
i will kiss you all over,
you leave me breathless, i tremble, i hold you,
can’t stay far away from you.
i am talkative, i am amusing
and easily amused, if [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat fowl, hand, life, mana, pebble, piatra, rock, vegetarian on aprilie 9, 2008 | No Comments »
***
How Melinda became a vegetarian
she never agreed
when her parents sold the house
and with it went all the farm animals she grew up with,
but she was seven,
her words were swept away by rolling tears,
her anger locked inside her tiny fists.
looking through the backseat window
waved goodbye to the house, the lake, the orchard,
two ducks walking with [...]
Posted in Poezie on aprilie 6, 2008 | No Comments »
Distrust
.
pluck crocuses from the ground, barehanded
let them dry in the hot sun,
until Violet fumes stretch ghostly
among the tall trees, the nightfall
.
where Violet sucked the sweetness beneath the skin
a red blue coin shaped mark.
..
Something for the morning exercise
~~
we will always be ourselves, always precious to each other and forever in love
Posted in Poezie, etichetat love poem on aprilie 4, 2008 | No Comments »
i was a bird’s blue feather,
grapes ripening on a wild slope,
a round shaped vessel
containing water that evaporated
to form clouds, dancing in the wind,
even shading the sun, dripping,
a gypsy’s lullaby,
stray wool caught between fence poles,
no reason other than be there,
until you took me home,
sang me, let me be your first light
in the high starry night,
held me [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat mouth, lips, gura, buze, flowers, poem, candy, bomboane, river on aprilie 2, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
fiecare clipa are propria ei savoare, iar savoarea acestei clipe inca nu s-a risipit
te iubesc
Posted in Desene si fotomanipulari, Poezie, etichetat love on martie 24, 2008 | No Comments »
monochromatic stories
electric dream waves
Fin.
Aah!
Dissipate,
Ordinary.
Outside the box,
horses are running free
on green pastures.
I’ve grown to hold your hand.
.
(By me)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posted in Poezie on martie 18, 2008 | No Comments »
in the first compartment,
they sit close, her head on his shoulder,
his left arm around her,
at times, kissing her face
while she’s watching his other hand
in her hand, in the moonlight.
.
and the train speeds off,
the passengers barely aware.
.
in the second compartment,
they are once again children,
barefoot in the hot sand,
gathering shells and
passionate love moments.
.
and the train speeds off
unaware…
.
in [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat flower on martie 17, 2008 | No Comments »
.
asking a question -
is a flower i touch
blushing,
giggling,
stretching to catch more warmth,
does it tell words,
watch me with pure eyes,
as i would,
in your hands?
.
not all the questions are answered -
(by me)
Posted in Desene si fotomanipulari, Photography, Poezie, etichetat eye, rose on martie 16, 2008 | 2 Comentarii »
This is a photograph of a rose in a garden in Atlantis
all photos, mine
textures, deviantart
~~~~~~
i am blind
but i see your face, and i see your eyes
and i see beyond, inside;
formless, i can touch you with my fingertips.
but i am so blind
that i see your ghosts
stretched across a summer day;
gather them in a box
set [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat daffodil, floare, flower, love, narcisa, tree on martie 14, 2008 | No Comments »
Clown *
i saw, i did
the day you’re gone,
the smile through a stream of tears
on my face
like a fish in a net
you’ll be caught and taken away
by a fisherman more skillful
than i’ll ever be
but i saw, i did
ideas - truth, compassion
friendship, simplicity,
love. don’t try to change me,
you can’t. i’ll roam my summers
and winters an angel, a [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat flower, love poem, rose, trandafir on martie 9, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
I wonder if upon an incision,
they would pick up little people from your skull.
If the same team of scientists would find
the little talkative angel in mine.
At the same time, I wonder if drank upon
my blood taste would be sweetened by love,
a little bubbling due to our waiting.
I wonder, if i touched your skin
would my palms [...]
Posted in Poezie on martie 4, 2008 | No Comments »
little soft rain
falling upon balconies
falling upon red geraniums
girouetted, pirouetted
falling with the wind
filling the canals
andante in a symphony of drops
collecting sunlight
bursting into ponds
color splash on a gray clotted canvas.
.
little soft rain
breaking against sharp blades of grass
soaking tramp dogs’ fur
in a complicated system of
leaves, dust and pollen
falling upon the walkers’ heads
their soft starry eyes, their pale skin
their [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie on martie 1, 2008 | No Comments »
Nu stiu de ce-am coborat din copac. treaba asta insa a mai fost facuta si cu mult inainte. imi placea insa in iarba, plus ca erau multe flori. te-asteptam si cand mi-era dor ma sprijineam de copacul cu coaja lui calda. acolo sus aveam cerul, cantecul pasarilor. aveam valea si casele si raul cu poeziile [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat floare, flower, red, rosu on februarie 28, 2008 | No Comments »
Time away from him
*
grinding mill
immeasurable plain
grandmother’s rosary
*
(by me)
Posted in Desene si fotomanipulari, Poezie, etichetat fractal, mecanismele viselor on februarie 24, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
**
stii ca visezi
cand marea-i un lac
si de sub fiecare frunza de nufar
o broasca ar trebui sa cante
cand sunetul e mut
cand chemarea ta e surda
cand apa se sparge
ca sticla sub cizme rosii
in absenta macilor
cand sarutul e metal si lapte si fructe coapte
si zambesti cand
stii ca visezi
(By me)
**
Click to see something nice
***
te iubesc
Posted in Poezie on februarie 21, 2008 | No Comments »
I am a poem -
all your words’ gathering,
when they decide to be -
a rainbow rose, a midnight dance
a kiss, a daydream,
people holding hands,
your rage, your loveliness,
your dots, your doubts,
your silence, your struggle, your
already made wings of heaven,
blueberries in your hand,
your child, your crazy freind,
your fear, your neverfearful,
your heartbeatings, your lover.
Don’t show me the badges -
the [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat tree, bike, stones, caras auriu, bicicleta, scoarta de copaci, pietre on februarie 18, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
Poveste -
dupa ce si-a trait intreaga viata in acvariu, incepe desigur marea aventura a carasului auriu in necunoscut.
traind intre peretii de sticla ai casei sale inundate, printre valve de scoici, plante ornamentale de plastic si pietricele colorate pe jos in chip de fund de mare, expus privirilor curioase si amuzate sau tampe ale celor ce [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat mana, poem, poet on februarie 13, 2008 | No Comments »
Poemul si Poetul
Poemul are o singura voce. Poetul are o multime de voci. poemul aude o multime de voci, poetul nu aude niciuna. cateodata poemul si poetul sunt cei mai buni prieteni. atunci, ei se ating daruindu-si cuvinte si calatorind prin locuri pe care nimeni altcineva nu le-a mai vazut vreodata. puterea iubirii lor schimba [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat beautiful places, love, nature, story on februarie 11, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
.
each beautiful place is a story
read behind closed eyelids
repeated fairy-tales until
the thought ceases to wander.
how much reality and how much wonder
all kept between the covers of the heart -
there are the forests, rivers, clouds
and endless fields of golden sunflowers
the sheep slowly descending off the hills
the Sheppard calmly following the stars
the houses barely seen in the [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat birthday, cake, dance, kiss, lights, love, night, poem, reflections, thought on februarie 6, 2008 | No Comments »
she brought one thought
in a nut shell
shall we move on?
a tulip and two roses in a basket
or shall we dance.
i don’t know the steps,
he said, counting to prove:
one, two… by the time
you reach next level, we are
already new born.
there’s all good
and I hope it stays,
I craved for innocence,
he said, blowing out
the thirty-first candle -
the night [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat cer, dimineata, eternity, iubire, love, mare, mereu, sea, sky, soare, sun, timp on februarie 5, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
Marea si soarele
.
din ape, din foc,
atingandu-se la orizont,
in dimineata stravezie
soarele si marea -
.
ascultandu-i chemarea
in sipete de sticla,
in graunte de-azur,
pasind printre nori
in valuri stravezii
manat de dor
soarele si marea-
.
pana pe-nserat
cand cobori pe ape
si scanteieri si soapte
se prefacura-n stele
.
fiecare urzita,
fiecare ursita
fiecare iubire
promisa-n fiecare zi
eterna ca marea si soarele.
.
By me, Feb 2008
Noi doi
m-a furat somnul.
innodandu-mi genele
punand pietre pe pleoape
in zvacnirea ochiului
luna tese fire lungi,
un greiere suie peretele noptii
cantand la mandolina,
tot mai incet, tot mai departe,
tot mai sus,
pana unde se aud doar
soaptele suratelor vantului,
descult pe campul nins de petale,
te-astept privind in zarea
rosie-cenusie;
in lumina abia nascuta.
pamantul respira -
il simt zvacnind
sub palme sau sub o ureche,
degetele mi se-ncurca
orbeste prin iarba
si [...]
Posted in Desene si fotomanipulari, Poezie, etichetat hands, mana on ianuarie 26, 2008 | 1 comentariu »
Painting
By me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
first it made no sense, an absurd thing meant to make you wonder why.. but as i made that, Saturday night, i knew, all that is it is god’s will. someone i will miss.
The knight’s tale
on country roads for nights and days until today
I’ve wandered, and mouth to mouth
as kisses spread the word
of this [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat calendar, hand, iubire, livada, mar, orange, portocaliu, poveste, sat, soulmates, te iubesc, yin-yang on ianuarie 20, 2008 | No Comments »
poate ca ma iubeste, fu primul lucru pe care-l zise cand deschise ochii. de fapt, il zise gandul ei, si fu un moment atat de surprinzator prin faptul ca se petrecuse instantaneu cu deschisul ochilor, ca ramase uimita. zambi, privind in sus la tavanul alb pe care se rasfatau cateva raze aurii. isi alunga somnul [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat album, cat, life, photograph, pisica, time, white, woman on ianuarie 15, 2008 | No Comments »
POEM
The Album
~
in every picture
on each page
the woman smiled
surrounded by pots of flowers.
~
no reason to hide
her face turning
like a mirror reflection.
~
but that day
when i pushed the button
fingers sticky with
strawberry juices
the flash caught
all the fine lines
of time passed
her old hands carrying a basket
her hairstreaming out
of the scarf.
her lips licking
the sweetly scented juice
of a moment.
a farm lady,
wise storyteller
brave [...]
Posted in Poezie, etichetat amiaza, oras, pasari on ianuarie 13, 2008 | No Comments »
am asistat astazi la un - era sa spun, fapt divers - si asa pare, daca n-as fi fost eu insami implicata.
ma intorceam de la ora de pian de la profesorul vasilescu, putin dupa orele unu ale amiezii, trecatori putini, masini si mai putine la sosea, un tramvai vopsit tot in rosu hurducaind pamantul lung [...]
Posted in Photography, Poezie, etichetat bird poem, birds, door, heart, inima, lacrima, mirror picture, pasare, pasari, stol on ianuarie 12, 2008 | 2 Comentarii »
V
5 birds in the sky
a giant V cut out
from a book’s first page,
it floats up and down
at irregular intervals,
seems to lose direction,
confused -
it’s hard to
keep things in order
at an altitude
swept by winds alone,
in a city where the
lights of dawn
sparkle brighter than stars -
as i watch,
the old leader
takes control of the
V formation
and the birds float
over the [...]
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