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.

love box

I wish I had a box where I could put everything I ever loved, every person, every animal to every little being, every pleasant memory, every passion, every sacred moment to every tiny sweet second. I wish I could keep them always alive and now, in a timeless eternity, a forever of ever. They could never die or disappear. I could just open the box and there they are. How about the hate, pain, suffering and ugliness? I don't care, let it be, just as long as everything I truly loved will forever be.

gloominess

I'm a gloomy soul
Spreading gloominess around
Gloominess, no joy
Shadow, no light
Shape, no colour
Rythm, no melody
Science, no poetry
Form, no essence
Thought, no sentiment
Lonely, no love
Discipline, no play
Highway, no way
But I don't want it this way,
So then I start again,
Spreading gloominess around
Pauses, no sound
Silence, no wisdom
Words, no gentleness
Touch, no tenderness
Desires, no meaning
Pretending, deceiving,
No, I don't want it this way,
So then I start again
Spreading gloominess around
My soul lays on the ground,
Oh I don't want it this way
But I have so lost the way
Spreading gloominess around
I must turn around
Until I am found.

joy of faith

With or without me,
Whether I see it or not,
No matter what I do or feel,
Beyond my small mind,
I know,
God is there and His love unreturning,
The grass is growing, the birds are flying,
Life is shining, beauty is glowing,
All in His steady Hands,
It is there,
With or without me.

be happy oh please

I can't stand seeing you sad, I can't stand you feeling lonely, or feeling strange, or feeling down, or felling anything of the like, I can't stand any shadow on your soul. I want to see you happy, overtly or hidden, explosive or calm, cheerfulness, joy, peace, happiness in your face, in your eyes, in your smile, in your steps, in your own way, in all your thoughts, in anything, anywhere, in any form and shape, always and forever and ever
That is what I want for you, but there's nothing I can do....

your innocence

There are so many things that draw me to you but beyond and above all lies your innocence. Despite your smartness, perspicacity and unexpected moves  my soul feels in you a kind of incomprehensible innocence. You are like untouched white immaculate snow, every time I see its beauty I feel the urge of touching it, stepping into it, digging my hands in it, but then it becomes ruined. You are so wonderful, how much I would like to get closer to you, but my very presence will make your innocence fade away.

one empty room

Looking through the windows, you  cannot see, an empty room, a broken compass, torn threads, a photo album, a ring and more emptiness. Come inside, I will welcome you, in this empty room I will look for something to give you. In all the corners of my empty room, I will look for something for you. Here is my compass, but it is broken, it will lead nowhere. The threads are good for nothing, maybe the photo album? It is so dusty, you can barely see something. I would give you the ring, but how can I if it's not mine. Don't look around, there is nothing. Just walk freely. After all, in this empty room, the most precious thing is you.

existential loneliness

I feel that we as humans are all disconnected from each other. It is as if we lived in a building, and each of us lives in a room, but we cannot visit each other. We may get outside on the hallway and try to talk about our rooms, but we never get to really see or enter each other`s rooms. Do you feel the same way or is it only me? What stops us from connecting? Do you think there is a way we can really connect?

Canadian niceness

I'll start a series of impressions now that I've lived here in Montreal for almost 2 months, and I'll write a bit about the "niceness" people in this country are famous for. 
It's true, people here are open, friendly and really nice to people they don't know. You'll hear all day from neighbours, the bus driver, cashier, "Hello, Bonjour, How are you? Bonne journee, Merci, Thank you". It's weird that I consider these things anything but normal. No frowns, no weird looks, no coldness, no being totally distant, no anger. In the building where I live everybody greets everybody. Sometimes they even do small talk. I feel the need to share something really cute that happened this evening. When entering the building with my mother, we entered together with a man and a very small girl, maybe 2-3 years old. We all got into the elevator and the girl was being very talkative and active. After we chose our levels the girl went quickly and pushed the button for a lower level. The man explained to her that it wasn't the correct button and she should have pushed the one from above and then apologized to us laughing because the elevator made one extra stop on the way up. When we got out to our level, the man greeted "Bye" and told the girl "Say bye to your friends" and she said "Bye friends!" :))))) ...Heart warming
May God help Romanians find their way back to warm and open human interaction with new people.

forgive me

I now realise that in my own selfishness and vanity I might have hurt people. So, if I ever did wrong to you, please forgive me, I'm really sorry.
( don't worry people about this post, it might sound weird but it's just what I'm feeling right now :) ) 

nothing really

I don't have any inspiration to write anything, I'm writing this just so that Nonesense won't be the first thing on my page :)) I won't let nonsense have the last word. I'm refreshing my life and my blog, I don't know if I'm gonna come back here soon, or again, but when I do, if I do, I hope I'll be renewed.

Yin Yang

There’s a bit of sadness in my laughter

And a smile in my sorrow

Your gentle eyes are wicked

And my wicked soul is kind

Are you the portrait and am I the mirror?

Who is the worse and who is the better?

Does the heart beat clockwise or counterclockwise?

Each way it doesn’t matter,

When two are faced they’ll go in opposite manner.

Nonesense

Why give

To the one who doesn’t ask?

Why hurt

The one who loves you?

Why make the same mistake

So many times?

Why ask why

This happened?

Why look for a reason

When there is none?

Chestii mutate de pe Facebook

Frumuseţea (15 mai 2010)

Într-o ţară muritoare
A-nceput lumea să zbiare
Că frumuseţea-i trecătoare
Şi-atunci...ce sens mai are?
Şi pe deplin convinşi
S-au dat toţi învinşi
Şi pomii n-au mai dat în floare, 

Iar soarele s-a aruncat în mare.

Melancolie ( 8 dec 2010)

Noi plecăm...

Luaţi-ne cu voi si pastraţi-ne...

Până mai puteţi...

Pentru că în curând...

Nu ne veţi mai avea

Pocăinţă (15 aprilie 2013)

Lacrimi de cerneală
Dintr-o călimară goală...
Aş vrea pe suflet să-mi crească flori,
Să plouă in cer cu petale-n culori,
Bulgări de pământ să se prefacă-n oglinzi,
Să se adape-n ele cei flămânzi,
Pasărea Phoenix să renască din stropi.

Răsfăţaţii Universului

11 aprilie 2013

Răsfăţaţii Universului
Dorm în puf de pagini prăfuite,
Se lăfăie printre comparaţii, metafore şi epitete,
Muşcă din inimi aburinde
Şi se dezmiardă cu mii de cuvinte.

Răsfăţaţii Universului
Colindă printre stele
Înconjoară Pământul, adâncurile mărilor
Şi toate cele,
Le cunosc şi se îmbată cu ele.

Prinţi Fericiţi,
împodobiţi cu sărutări, 
Se înfruptă din roade ale Pământului 
Crescute din mâini de sărmani
Stropite cu sânge de strămoşi.

Suflet bătrân

16 aprilie 2013

Netezeşte-ţi, suflete, ridurile
Şi piaptănă-ţi părul cărunt,
Ridică-ţi oasele grele,
Şi îndreaptă-ţi şalele,
Ia-ţi cârja şi învaţă din nou
Să umbli, să sari şi să zbori,
Iată zarea a îmbobocit,
Zâmbetele au inflorit,
Şi tu trebuie să speri. 

Pocăinţă 2

18 aprilie 2013

Grele-mi sunt, Doamne, păcatele
Ca greu pământ
Peste un mormânt,
Cu care eu m-am învelit
Fără să mă fi gândit
Că de Tine mă ascund
În întunericul cel mai din afund,
Tu, Soare care în veci viază,
Ridică, Doamne, pământul şi mă înviază.

Noi, nostalgicii

13 mai 2013

Imigranţi din alte timpuri

Ne simţim străini pe tărâmul acestor vremuri,

Cu alte legi şi alte obiceiuri

Când nouă vechi şi sfinte amintiri ne stau alături.

Straniu şi neînţeles ne pare trecutul

Încât ne întrebăm de n-am visat noi totul.

Momente nedeplin pătrunse, şi-un dor de-o lume de-altădată,

Sperăm că-n viitor o vom mai regăsi vreodată.

Pentru tot ce-i mic

8 iulie 2013

Aş vrea pe inima-mi de puf

Să salte copilaşii, căţeii, gândăceii şi tot ce-i mic

Să râdă, să nu le lipsească nimic,

Iar când arcurile s-or rupe,

Să-şi facă din ea aripi şi să zburde. 

Joaca

22 iulie 2013

Saltă îngerii in Ceruri,

Roată roată, mii şi mii,

Pe sub cerul plin de stele

Este-un câmp plin de copii

Ce se joacă şi se-nghioantă

Toţi  deodată, rând pe rând

Îngerii privesc din Ceruri

Joaca lor şi râd şi râd.

Şi copiii nu-ncetează,

Se lovesc şi se-nvârtesc,

Îngerii-i privesc cu teamă,

Plâng şi râd căci ei sunt vii. 

Copii cu pletele în vânt

27 iulie 2013

Zvâcneşte viaţa pe pământ,

Copii cu pletele în vânt

Se dau pe bicicletă,

Fără să aibă niciun gând

Că s-ar putea sfârşi vreodată.

Tic tac, bum bum,

Pulsul pământului mereu şi acum.