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Thursday, September 1, 2016

The Veil of Darkness

Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere…I jump off…everything around is darkness and quiet, very quiet. But I can hear the water whispering to me. It is calling me. And then, I meet him, my groom. He is there, everywhere around me. It is cold and waving to me. Lots of waves are calling my name. He is waiting for me. I can see it very clear the way to get there. All waves are foaming like kneeling scarf after scarf ready to embrace me. Soon I will be there dancing with him, just two of us somewhere in the middle of nowhere. And wave after wave gives me hug after hug and covering my body with their embroider foam. I roam in the water breaking wave after wave, dancing with them, diving into them. That is the moment, the moment of happiness and supreme sacrifice. I am tired, and slowly I let them to carry me. I am passed from wave to wave until he comes back. He touches me, grabbed me, it is getting colder and darker and fear starts to rise in my whole soul.. and we run. In the deep water. I am scared, I wanna go out, I want to breath

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Sound of silence

I want to cry but then I have no tears
I want to scream but there is no sound
I want to run but my legs on frozen
  All my body tears apart in medians of particles that started to cry, to scream, to run. Once they meet my whole entire body is just a swirl of dust that runs through the sky and slowly all the particles lose their power to cry, or scream, to run and slowly but it turns back, same as the feathers fly in the blow of the wind. I am looking around me and I see just the sound of silence.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Glasul Ploii

Asculta ploaia ce bate in geam
Asculta soaptele vremii
Asculta vantul ce trece prin ram
Asculta murmurul serii

Priveste la ceru'nnourat
La norii ce fug intruna
Priveste fulgerul ce tocmai a scaparat
Lumina si noaptea sunt una

Tunete se aud agitat
Bat ritmul valtorii
Aduna natura la cantat
Compunand simfonia culorii

Asculta frunza ce fluiera
Asculta creanga cese indoaie
Asculta iarba ce se scutura
Asculta ploaia ce cade siroaie


Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Train Station

My life is like a train station. Trains come and leave all day long. Sometimes its quiet, very quiet. I like the quiet time when it is just me with myself. When I can be whatever I want or who I want. I just need imagination. And that imagination is coming from the nice trains I have seen during the day. They bring in positive thoughts so I can dream.  When the dark falls over my train station then it is the beautiful time. I am friend with all stars from the sky. I can jump from constellation to constellation and listed stories. Or I can sit on the bench under the pole light and listen the noise of night insects. Most of the time their stories are quiet, the same as my train station. We all are quiet. Just the trains are bringing noise with them. People are coming and leaving, they are loud and in a hurry, they to not notice the lonely bench next to the pole light. They do not hear the insects, they do not see the stars. They are running to catch another train and so its so amazing to see how most of the people do not care about surroundings, they do not care if there is a story or a song that can make them happy and take them out from the daily routine at least for a while. And how all these small happy times gives you more energy so you can move on. Do not run for big things to make you happy. They are so rare and just few in a life. The small happiness times are more often and the joy that they bring makes ourselves be part of each of our own train stations.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Drumul destinului.

Nu o sa incerc sa definesc destinul. Nu o sa incerc sa va prevad sau sa-mi prevad destinul. O sa incerc sa obtin de la voi o explicatie a drumului pe care o persoana il parcurge de-a lungul vietii, si pe care noi toti il numim destin si cu care noi toti suntem de accord ca acesta este destinul. Dar cine a create cest destin? O sa sariti toti in sus si o sa imi ziceti ca Dumnezeu a creat. Destinul. Oare? Da, suntem de acord ca Dumnezeu a creat omul. Dar cine a creat destinul? Este destinul ceva predestinat or Dumnezeu care a creat omul a dat fiecaruia diferite abilitati si ne-a lasat sa ne descurcam fiecare dupa propria putere si inteligenta? Si inclin sa cred ca asta cam asa e. Si stiu ca multi ma vor contrazice. Multi vor zice ca fiecare are drumul lui predestinat. Atunci, daca fiecare are drumul predestinat, de ce unii sunt saraci, de ce unii sunt bolnavi, de ce unii mor foarte de tineri? Toate aceste de ce intrebari ma fac pe mine sa cred ca Dumnezeu ne-a lasat pe fiecare sa ne descurcam, sa ne cream drumul=destinul. Asa cum preotii zic ca noi facem parte din gradina Domnului si incercam sa ne cream un rost in viata. De fapt noi incercam sa ne creem destinul, si fiecare zi cae trece mai adauga ceva in dreptul nostru, in cartea destinului.