Sufletul satului

Cand intri in căsuța modesta

E cald, ca în inima lor

E bine și e tihnă, ca iubirea lor

Ești copil, inocent și fără griji

Căci cineva te primește

Nu judecă, nu pizmuiește,

Nu gândește răul.

Nu există teamă,

Căci Omul e bun,

Pâinea lui Dumnezeu

Îți dă plăcinte calde,

Șterguri și cergi trudite te învăluie,

Icoanele pâlpâie a taină,

Un gând trist te clatină

Dar apoi

Sufletul satului nu cade niciodată.

"I am my soul"

What do you see when you're looking at me? my memories, my dreams, my hopes, my feelings, did you try to guess what I'm thinking?

Who do you see when you're looking at me? A porcelain figurine, empty and with no feelings, a puppet with strings, an angel with no wings?

Your eyes filled with desire, emotions on fire, what do you need when you're looking at me? 

Yes I can feel, you're piercing through me, but what's for it all if you can't see my soul?

Apatie de noiembrie

Sfârșit de zi. Îți târăști pașii grei spre metrou. E greu, te apasă aerul ăla ca și tot pământul acela pe care au trebuit să-l sape si să-l scoată ca sa construiasca tunelurile subterane.
Zgomot, urlete, țipete, te sperii, i s-a făcut rău cuiva, se întâmplă ceva! Dar nu, un grup de adolescenți gălăgioși. Ăștia nu știu respecta pe alții, să facă liniște? Mai că ai făcut infart. Poate nu e așa rău să fii un adult apatic și plicticos.
Se deschid ușile și intri în tren, ocolind obișnuitele priviri dușmănoase ale celorlalți. Să nu care cumva să-ți scape un zâmbet din greșeală. Smiling is for the weak! prin partile astea. Dar e ok, n-o să vadă nimeni oricum.
Ajungi la destinație și te duci purtată de valul de oameni spre ieșire. Un stol de copii se năpustesc spre ușile care aproape se închid, chicotind. Mai exista oameni care se bucură? Ieși la aer, cu greu, picioare vechi de peste 30 de ani, dar ieși.
Te gândești. Până la urmă aici ai putea fi orice, you can be anything you want, ar spune naivul contemporan. Dar totuși, ai putea fi multe, ai putea fi vagabondul din metrou, liber și sărac, sau un corporatist cu o listă de fițe de îndeplinit, poate chiar și pe un post nobil folositor omenirii, dar tot o să ai șefi de care s-ar putea fie să-ți placă, fie să nu. Oare ce să fii? Dar o să mă gândesc la asta mâine, deocamdată voi fi eu, merg să îmi cumpăr ceva de mâncare.

Dedication for the lonely

Ignored, forgotten,neglected,brushed aside
Can really make one hurt inside

You think you can make someone feel you care
Something to show them you see they're there?

The plants can't grow without the sun
Humans can't grow without some love.
It's not a matter of self esteem,
As some high minds might seem to deem,
Just that our God taught us to believe
One for another we must live.

They say you harvest what you sow,
The hidden deeds in silence grow,
And even what we did not do
Will show the fruit in the time due.

Ignored, forgotten, neglected, brushed aside,
Somehow existence left their side?
A glance, acknowledgement, a friendly word
Might mean for someone the whole world.
A greeting, gift, friendship or just respect,
Attention and kindness between us let's not forget.

the tempest

I'm not the one to ride a thunder, so why this tempest over me, I thought I never really cared, so why the tears drown my chest, I am the one to look for sunlight, so why this black cloud over me, I thought I had it all in balance, but tempest knocked me off my feet, I'm not the one to search for trouble, I'd choose forever over now, I'd choose the good over the wicked, I'd choose the love over the lust, The only thing I really fear, is I'll get out then get back here.

Pe tot Globul Pământesc
Toate Ție îți slăvesc
Toate cele ce trăiesc
Despre slava Ta grăiesc
Izvorașul dă răcoare,
Apă lină curgătoare
Pomi și iarbă dau în floare
Fructe cu mireasmă tare
Falnici munți, adânca mare
Cu vederi îmbătătoare
Vânt, căldură, mângâiere
Către viața care cere,
Stele, lună, astre, sori
Se învârt în mândre hori
Păsări cântă triluri multe
Auzul ca să-l încânte
Toate Îi aduc prinos
Domnului Celui Milos
Toate se închină Ție
În deplină armonie
Se inchină și suspină
După pacea Ta divină


Numai neamul omenesc
Și-a uitat Tatăl Ceresc
Și tot omul pe pământ
A uitat de Cel Preasfânt
El ar vrea sau nu ar vrea
Să-mplinească Voia Ta
Plâns, războaie, jale mare
Că ne ducem spre pierzare


Dă-ne Doamne suflet tare
Ca să îți cerem iertare
Pocăință-n suferință
Să ne-ntoarcem la credință

honesty

The roots of honesty
Go deep in my being
So deep and tangled and thin
That I can barely feel
The sap they get from my conscience
But there is not a good tree making bad fruit, 
Nor a bad tree making good fruit
And my deeds are rotten
And my spine is broken
My heart spit venom
And blind is the sky of the mind
Being fake not knowing why.
Oh water my roots with the Truth
So that you stop this hurt. 

fooling death

In every second of what you do
Act like a fool
Find meaning in life
You're fooling death
Keep yourself occupied
To fool death
Forget you're alive
That way you can never be dead
Be a zombie
Immerse yourself in your hobby
And surround your life in nothings
One more important than the other
And build with them your tower
To climb from the earth,
From one coffin to another
Slowly and taking time, wasting time or rushing time
You know it races you to death
Be yourself and laugh as immortal
Fool yourself people care about you
Make them, force them see you exist,
They need to make you exist
It doesn't matter they're just fooling death too
People go one by one
Feel sorry and schocked at reality for a second
But at least it wasn't you
You fooled it again didn't you?
Stress, depression, void and struggle
Buldge into those but don't look in the face
Of what you're trying to fool
Far in the tunnel, a dim Light shinning through
Is there such thing as Love, waking the slumber? Who'd give their life for you?
Would you ever too?

Garden of Eden

So here I am
On the other side of happiness
There is a cliff and I cannot pass
I look back and I see happiness
My heart filled with sadness
I now go back
Tainted with my knowledge
Carrying the dirty package
Having tasted ugliness
Hapiness doesn't recognize me anymore
Where are you? Where are you? Nevermore?

Pygmalion

For you who could not love a woman
 I'd like to create a woman
Who'd love you like I love
The you I don't even know who.
She'd be just what you need
She'd be the perfect company
She'd make you feel love
For love is what I want to sow in you
That sweet delicate bloom of the soul.
No, you're not in my heart
My heart is inside you.

beauty

A face lit by honesty
A forehead of noble intellect
Clear eyes of clean conscience
Two stereophonic ears
For catching the music of the spheres
A nose breathing wonder
Plump cheeks of joy
Soft lips of gentle words
This is the beauty of the soul.

hipocresy

We walk around pretending
That everything is fine
We are struggling, trying
To make belief it is all great
We tell ourselves and convince others
That everything will be sorted out.
Nothing is wrong
And what is wrong is a dream.
And everything is perspective,
That grey cloud is pink
And it won't rain but gold drops,
That sour throat is tickling
And the heart-ache is a whim
The bitter taste is funny
And death is far away.
We think but we don't say
We feel but we don't show.
And all we say and all we do
We're careful it be not true.
Don't say it even in whisper,
Behind the closed door of the heart
The truth is lonely and cannot find anyone.

enigma for the cowards

Do not show yourself,
Do not look me in the eyes,
Do not tell me the truth,
Do not face me,
I don't have the bravery
To be me
And know you.
As long as you're a riddle
I'm well hidden too.
As long as backs are turned
There cannot be a duel.
But sometimes I feel like breathing in open air
And I would like to give you something true
But then I find that there is nothing I can give you
So all I can do is hide from any view.

Crepuscular

You are a mystery, mister
And like with any mystery I can't apprehend
If you are dark or light,
And like with any mystery I can't understand
This mix of fear and delight
You multiply my shyness by a hundred times
You magnify my bold drive by a hundred miles
You amplify my sorrow by a hundred sighs
And I justify my madness with a hundred lies.
Your eyes do not look at me,
Your eyes pierce through my heart
And so my heart leaks towards you
Why in the world does your presence claim my heart?
Like with any mystery this is the silent part.

blue moon

I see you, I forget you,
I see you, thought of you,
I forget.
I see you again and again,
The thought of you like a seed.
On a blue moon
The thought of you grows like weed.