They say you can fly, although I have wings ... They say the foam floating on the sea, although I know not to swim ... I felt some warmth in the nights cool, although not fire ... Although I can not see, is between two lovers wherever they are ... Are flashing in your child's eyes ... Earliest traces are hidden in the mother's face ... I am your father's power to protect the home ... And yet .... They say they are stronger than granite, though I have more weight than a tear ... Some say that no I never sought, nevertheless I always accompanying ... They say I lose strength over time, but are endless ... And although I can not hear you dance the laughter of children ... Are interwoven in hot whispers of passion ... I am in the blessings of grandparents ... Occur only just cries came along ... And yet .... Some say it is a flower, and seed despite being ... Some did not trust me, though I always believe in them ... They say that cure disease, although food and soul ... Though I can touch I'm not gentle hand of tenderness ... I feel I am achieving on the cheek at night, is embrace a child ... are love ....

An alley of the park! ... Below are steps to open a road covered with dozens of colors ... You never know what is under the step ... maybe just a dry leaf, maybe a color, maybe a harsh fragrance as you shake the soul, may the road nice and smooth, a wave can always restless ... who can know? ... I look behind, I look back now, I look in front and everything seems a way that is apparently no ninth bedding colors and scents, stones and dust ... Sometimes you know where to step ... Hurry to run ... make great strides, and the road is full of holes, turning ... You stop often foolish among you and do not know in which part of the soul to grab a ... Unrest, fear and uncertainty many times you strike the walls shake your heart every attempt - sometimes choose to walk away again in their blood and to run as blind as before then, and sometimes take it before ... Here and there one cluster of grass ... razleata a flower, a butterfly lost ... about the time - a trill of bird - and swallowed so much dust, a few minutes, let a breath of fresh air get squeezed like an oasis lost somewhere in the depths of your being ... Then actually do it until then to see that no holes are more threads than grass, that no dust is more than just azuriul heavens, no turning is not more than ups and ... smile: you have recalled the butterfly! No chance he was not there! Have something to say, have something to show. Butterfly shows actually the places that seem empty in the middle there is always something to fill them light, as there always fall in the middle of the wings ready for flight, as in the middle moments, love, hopes, things, people always lost there are other moments, love, hope, things, people wanting to be left in the soul and life! A closed window would never stop light and sun to penetrate inside, unless we decide we ourselves pipe behind the darkness of November! ... My life before was a bit of everything, but until recently I was nothing but a larva of a butterfly trapped in a world where dreams enter the window but also to glow ... ... Keep hope did not die without knowing a little hole in the window! ... I did not know what he looks like a starry sky, I knew months may not fall on my face every night, did not know the clouds hide the heavens so, so beautiful and did not know that birds used their wings for flight, but "nevi" I always I imagine we all ... Maybe that we never forget that God along with my soul left his body two wings, and when I knew I wanted to fly the first time I can do it and ... my wings wide open, I yelled raw All past and I stood free in the azure ocean that I dreamed for so long! ... Until the day I decided to leave the sun to get into my darkness I know that life can be so beautiful, that dreams can come true, that we belong to us as we give to the whole beauty and love that We loved being able, children, family, people !!!... When I learned this in my eyes gathered so much color, warmth, gratitude, happiness and brightness that I learned to know the purpose of each of us is to hope that one day we love and we are so loved that all will know to catch the end of our lives and what by then was only question, then finally turns into a clear answer! ... Since then I knew that to be happy in life you have to make choices, but to be truly happy in life we need to know to make their own choices! ... I do not expect to be world this place ... I know not! ... I can not suited to ... I thank the few who mean and not unhappy ... I get ... but you are definitely my "codimentul" perfect gives me a taste of some parts of soul and happiness fill it ... perfect! ... ... would love to know! ... to be loved !!!!......

And spring's arrived ...

  Spring ... is a smile morning, it's air is the soul of the child's breath ... brat, I believe, every one of us started up, is playing bud, breeze fly ... Spring is the season best of a new beginning. is the season where we can test creative ideas born in the dense mist of hibernation ... exuberant energy, full of boldness captures investors ... Sometimes I sit and think about what a human life is short! ... Everyone's life is like a star ... Top it appears in the sky, the sun is shining and the sky clear or cloudy, and maturity when it melts slowly disappears helpless as a candle flickering ... But like most beautiful is the shining, when he has power, that part of life called childhood ... not a man who once in his life did not know what it means to be a child, did specific things and not childhood knew how to cherish his precious childhood! ... Childhood is characterized by games, smiles, sun holidays and ... ... For each child, holidays are a little piece of heaven ... Then all prichindeii meet with other tank their account, go to church with his grandmother hand and smile ... see what Easter is a treasured celebration of spring ... It is characterized by freshness and resurrection ... Every year is painted eggs red, because red symbolizes the blood of Christ. The church as thousands of people lit candles dance fairy ... Bring the red eggs and collide with joy saying: Christ is risen! Truly risen! ... Each year, Easter, look charming sunset ... As if in a slow dripping ink pot and then paint it again the nature of God as a clear sky ... The Silver Forest, a charming because of its beauty, is a lake of crystal ... In the heat of the sun is golden lilies delights ... The forest is my fairy play ... Scăpătau sunlight through foliage often ... It was like a dream ... recipe for a beautiful child: put some sunshine, a rose petal, a bright star, a drop of rain, some snowflakes, a rainbow, a green field, an endless sea, mother's sweet song, it wise grandmother, and then mix it all with your smile lens! ... It's tic-tac-love, otherwise, others remain dust cloud, ii smiling spring, the dream of ... anything ... but not surprising ... I caress the streams, spoiling me-n rippling grass ... are alive ... hope scent comforts me gentle, spring-mbie me ... breathe snowdrops, kiss my eyes soapte Doina mountain, I rinse ankle-n sun and want more, more .. ..............