words create worlds
Oricine are dreptul la speranţa pentru un “mâine”. Oricine are dreptul să viseze ce va face cu “mâine” chiar şi într-un “azi” care poate fi trist. Atât de trist. Oricine are dreptul şi libertatea de a visa, de a-şi imagina ce va face cu “mâinele” său. La fel cum fiecare poate alege ce vrea în
A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
A silence reigns inside the bracket in my heart- (A hollow brimmed with diamond shades) a pause between the hammering old valves (weighing the scars that hope kept open) comparing times of past in painting future loves, (silence reverberates in chords untouched) a quietness that reigns the meanings of a life. (inside the bracket
Black ink on pristine paper of the mind (untraceable tattoos on your children’s lives) stuffed boulders (on their fragile shoulders) stepping stones in loops of fate (scars of your knowledge’s thrashings) wars for peace (emerged from your innate cruelty,) that never failed to smash every unruly slave (though you say love is the cause –
Five fingers grew. The fig tree knew
his magic green into the blue would match
the greatness of his roots, would bring
the goodness to his fruits.
Worlds of Words 