Poetry comes and takes possession of your mind, your words, your vision… sometimes of your whole life. She takes everything because she gives everything. She has her rights. This new book, still in the process of pre-printing, called Memories, went through many changes. Who knows, it might be a natural, like the natural change of
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Only she knows This sadness (Always hidden in hindrance) this quest for joy (a distance between us) always painful and wise (an always that stays in our eyes.) Can we survive the sadness of this world? (Only she knows, the Mother.) Image source: http://www.roerich.org/museum-paintings-catalogue.php
How many todays till eternity? Calling the name (thousands of trumpets twisting the air) a stamp, a picture, a drop of sun (encircled by lines and dots) is honoring that fragment we know (forgetting the vastness of the unknown) living beyond the boundaries of letters (though) we honor a name and a time (thus
A candle a language of light and of fire (a sign that marked our birth) stamping our life with the cold of weird loneliness. This weird feeling makes no sense for people of the signs of fire, though it might be the essence of the fire consuming everything till, dry and grey, the ashes lightly
A venit dintr-odată, ca o găselniţă disperată în fuga de urât. Nu asta era soluţia pentru o vindecare reală, bineînţeles că nu. Ar fi putut fi, totuşi, un calmant. Aşa că am plecat la mare cu doi prieteni şi cu speranţa că-mi voi curăţa ochii de tot urâtul observat, adunat, necurăţat. Speram că-mi voi găsi
Worlds of Words 