Journals
Tuesday,Nov 10 2009, 06:39:43 AMdezamagire...
Mă simt ca un înger căzut. Am crezut că-i iubire Şi a fost doar risipire de suflet. Nimic nu era în inima ta de dăruit, ci doar de primit.
Wednesday,Sep 9 2009, 08:25:24 PMsinguratate...
Cu mine incepe si se termina un univers,
ingust,limitat sau cum o mai vrea lumea sa-i spuna...
Cu mine incepe si se termina o primavara,
un suras,...
o lacrima...
o floare...
Cu mine incepe si se termina...
Chiar daca suna egoist
stiu ca fara mine a-ti fi ceva mai singuri, mai plictisiti
neavand la cine striga: "Egoistule!"...
Cu mine incepe si se termina un univers;
iar acum las jos cortina
sa puteti arunca cu pietre...
Thursday,Aug 20 2009, 05:34:52 PMAbovementioned TA ...
I cried when I found myself deep into the abyss from which I could not get ... But ... May I have recently fought and died all in me. You left ... and an entire universe have disintegrated in just a sec ...
Nothing is struggling in my soul ... A kneading so tired ... A numb to the pain fear of eternal silence ... Just a few minutes ago you were here or ... now forever? ... And now I hear your voice echo and amplify how I feel, as I-nvaluie, dazzled me ...
I fear to lose and the last traces of your existence, cease to breathe and I increasingly sinking more than me ... Stand still in silence and cease to dream the eternal dream: You ...
Saturday,Jul 4 2009, 06:18:35 PMme...
It was raining and my cheeks
and do not know if
are tears or
is rain that stops tired ...
On his way to see
and went through many
I feel that everything
no longer impress ...
Even if I cry now
would be useless
because anyone who sees me
would think it's the rain that
no longer stops
but no one knows if crying
or just ....... raining outside ...
Tuesday,Jun 9 2009, 10:30:39 AMmy love ... you scream ...
my hands joined together
my love.
Today my thoughts before they go to someone else.
to God, perhaps. not for you.
so beautiful is your hair thread
remained in the litter last night
that orchids are ashamed to flourish.
Why everything always
to you Fri
sensual flower of my soul lost?
My flower spring
you do not see the tribulation God asks me to live one day?
if he is old and poor --
you why you always come, why do your hands together
and no friends not there to see me?
Here I knelt my love
Why the window through which you saw
there was a sudden bits?
Do as I can show others
that indeed I loved
I like hands joined together
and that were born in a manger with hay you
beautiful beautiful world
and God asks me to live one day?