words create worlds
Linele ape blând străluceau în albastrul pictat de-un alb înaripat. emigrantul lacului, pe poduri de ceruri venit din sudul oceanelor din murmurul mărilor spre râuri izvoare drum căutând, un alb coborât prin soarele neştiind obiceiuri şi geruri timp măsurând, pescăruşul habar nu avea ce porumbel devenea peste lacurile lumii. Diamantul cununii pe apele line blând
It’s not about controlling the thoughts that appear in our mind. It’s about watching them and their effects on our mood. Becoming attached to anything is a choice, a conscious one. But, we so rarely are truly conscious of what is happening in and not to our body. Every word has its own frequency. Its
În trandafiri de-abia iviţi
azi Toamna mi s-a îmbrăcat.
Se răsucea în oglindiri de clipe aurii, făloasă până peste cap.
A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Of course I wish I could have stayed more days. These were the most needed days in a long time. And no, it has nothing to do with the new virus. If it exists, it has a meaning, a purpose. Maybe there was a meaning behind the number 2 I had to bear with surprise.
Worlds of Words 