jurnal

hot hot hot

hot are these summer days, with almost 30 degrees in the morning; hot are the girls in bikini on the beach; hot are the lovers under moonlight; hot is the oven when grandma is cooking; hot are the dreams that end in the morning… and they all wait and welcome the cold summer rain, as they don’t know it’s their end when rain comes.

momente. clipe.

priceless moment no. 74

slow down. don’t run. During two days of week-end, we hurry to catch up all the tranquility moments we missed during the other five days of the week. We are so focused to do everything, that we forget to slow down and live free.Let’s forget about 24/24 & 7/7 concept, let’s just relax and have our hours of freedom.Look at the stars in the sky, have a bath in the more »

poezii

nescrise, nespuse

La stele când mă uit, visez La locuri unde eu mă pierd zburând Pe plaiuri neatinse de cuvânt. Când luna o privesc, te văd Când ochii tăi ii vad, eu cred Povestea mea și amintirea ta. În vise vii și pleci, tu treci În gânduri stai câte-un moment Nu zăbovești nicicând mai mult. Nisipuri mișcătoare mă cuprind Și-n ele taine mea o prind La tine când mă uit, eu pierd.