Neîntalnirea cu bunicul

While there is life, there is hope!

Eu te vedeam ades în gând
Cum stai pe prispă surâzând,
Cum salutai cu clopu-n mână
O primăvară…o lumină…
Şi cum tânjeai spre ea timid,
Doreai s-o-atingi, s-o simţi, să plângi,
Să-ţi ierte tot ce-ai şters voit,
Ce-ai părăsit, ce ai minţit.
Imagine
Eu te vedeam aşa cum pot
Doar ochii gândului în tot
Să îmi dezlege din mister.
Şi învăţam  febril să cer
Un drept, un zâmbet, un bunic.
Ceream vieţii din nimic
Să mi te-aducă mai aproape.
Ştiam că vrei, când prea departe
Te-ai alungat, nemaivoind
Să lupţi, să speri. Te-ai renegat.
Ştiam. Plângeam. Şi te-am iertat.
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Când mici frânturi săpau în gând
Ce-nţelegeam , copil fiind,
Din toată vină ce-o purtai?
Că-n ochii mei te luminai.
Erau doar ochii tăi.  Spuneau
Cum ironiile cântau
Un cântec trist vieţii când
Copiii florilor purtând
Sclipirea ochilor furau…
Şi te-am văzut cum mă chemai…
Am alergat visând un rai
În care…

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Fashion at the Castle

“Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.”

— Oscar Wilde

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“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”
Pablo Picasso

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“Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.”
Stella Adler
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“Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.”
Pablo Picasso
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“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
Edgar Degas
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Searching of myself

While there is life, there is hope!

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I saw the light in shadows front
The darkness dances with rays of mind
The questions answering no blind
The all or nothing on my own.
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There comes a time when sand of ground
Turn on a thousands stars and rain
Will wash away the tears or pain;
I left my dreams to run around.
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On a grievously  path  of missing
I drew the Sun, I drew the Dream,
Forgot the Cry, forgot the Scream
Allowed the wind to care my wing.
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And even find  on some of hours
It’s only me with my own voice,
Do still believe in my free choice
Do still believe in breathing power.

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Stepping in History

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Light Night in the Castle

 

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Hello, February!

 

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“Keep your faith in beautiful things;
in the sun when it is hidden,
in the Spring when it is gone.”
–  Roy R. Gibson  

 

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“The word February is believed to have derived from the name ‘Februa’ taken from the Roman ‘Festival of Purification’.  The root ‘februo’ meaning to ‘I purify by sacrifice’.  As part of the seasonal calendar February is the time of the ‘Ice Moon’ according to Pagan beliefs, and the period described as the ‘Moon of the Dark Red Calf’ by Black Elk.  February has also been known as ‘Sprout-kale’ by the Anglo-Saxons in relation to the time the kale and cabbage was edible.”
 – Mystical WWW

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“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the withered air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, and housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”
–  Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.”
–  Gertrude S. Wister

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“Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.”
–  R. H. Newell

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“Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year’s ill,
And prayer to purify the new year’s will.”
–  Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet’s: February

 

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…e “windy” azi

…e “windy” si fac frumos o scuza: Azi este fara palarii…fara diacritice corect randuite care sa imi ajute scrisul. Azi  sunt inca “out of net” si ma rezum la a folosi doar telefonul. Ah, ce lucru bun este si netul de pe mobil cand totul arde in suflet si comunicarea cu lumea reala de Acasa este oxigen… Si no, fie-mi iertata grafica postarii…

.. se amesteca buchete de idei in tot universul meu… Ramane insa ceasul realitatii care suna atat de crud in diminetile reci si imi aminteste ca musai trebuie sa prind bus-ul 89 repejor taman in timp pentru handover.

..acum cand tocmai modelam niscaiva vise frumoase…spal ochii somnorosi cu apa vietii si dau fuga in ogor cu speranta ca visele vor continua…si printre charturi cu medicatie ma trezesc rostind vorbe luminoase si prind o clipa bucuria unui suras…este cel mai frumos cadou pe azi…sclipirea aceea a unui vis parca reintors la viata…si zambetul unui suflet incercat care vorbeste vorbe nevorbite…o lume intreaga se intinde

intre clipele noastre. Oameni si suflete… Zambete si lacrimi… Dureri si bucurii… O viata dincolo de limite si prejudecati.

Povestile sunt de multe feluri si mai mereu triste…adesea se strecoara cate o luminita de umor…hazul acela senin care izbucneste ca o lava fierbinte din adancurile macinate ale existentei. Suportul care echilibreaza infrigurarea realitatii… Vorbim mai mereu despre dorinte. Despre cele pentru ziua de azi. Despre cele pentru viitor. Universul este miscat de vointa. A vrea. A spera. A fi…

…Ochii plansi ai mamei care mai spera la o zi  fara dureri pentru pruncul ei.

…Tanarul care isi asigura sotia ca in scurt timp va fi acasa… Si lacrima-i mangaie gingasia cuvintelor rostite atat de cald…in timp ce trupu-i este ros de necrutatoare metastaze…

…este multa poveste de viata in jur cu lacrimi si bucurii… Povesti tesute in timp. Cu amintiri pe care timpul le-a facut din ce in ce mai pline de farmec…e “windy” azi…si tacerea se strecoara printre zambete si vise. Si zborul vantului mai prinde contur in lumea imaginatiei..acolo unde toate durerile sfarsesc si …fericirea danseaza pe bulgarii de aur ai sperantei…

Smile

While there is life, there is hope!

In thousands miles of thoughts I’ve walked      
To meet the joy, the laugh, the cry
To reach the sense of world. But why
All definitions kept me blocked?
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In thousands miles of dreams I’ve burnt
In rumble, silence of my heart
To reach the peace, to find my grant,
On my own way, on my own sand.
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The deepest  sense of life still looking
To eyes of wondering, grave, wee,
It taught  in  time The Smile is Me,
The answer of my walk and dreaming.

    

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 The hope, the laugh, the scream, the cry,
The zodiac, the ways to stars
The whole the time has gone or comes, 
 The all from me stay on my Smile.
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