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Sunt, poate, încă un bijutier stângaci în tainele scrisului, un bijutier care mai are de șlefuit mult și migălos piatra rară pentru a o desăvârși și... tot va avea imperfecțiuni. Însă vreau să cred că tocmai aceste imperfecțiuni fac poezia mea frumoasă și unică. Pentru că „cuvântul, ca artă, se caută singur pe sine dacă îl lasă poetul să se exprime.

DIALOGUE WITH THE MIRROR

I look in the mirror and I'm talking to myself about how I can not let anyone touch my heart. For you have gone and have not looked back yourself, you threw my gentle heart into the...

COGITO, ERGO SUM (latin expression, meaning “I’m thinking, therefore, I exist”)

I am an Ego whose heart is revolting, who with the poetry is flirting, who knew in this life the pain, but never lost the power of her brain. I am an Ego like anyone else who has complexes, who dreams...

PATHS OF LIFE

I close one eye, but with the other, I see everything bright, and I'm telling myself “let's move on", let's try my luck" with a smile like a curve that makes everything right, I'm not allowed to...

INSOMNIAC

She was staring in vain at the corner of the ceiling, being threatened by a terrible insomnia, her soul now feels like a big rock peeling and she thinks: why wasn't meant to be, this euphoria? Overwhelmed by...

CLANDESTINE BEGGAR

Beyond the heat of the soul, the sky was full of clouds clouds running one after another, eternally traveling like the sons of the sublime, wasteful looking for the hidden star in the thrilling trap. They were looking for their...

DESTINED FOR A DESERTED HEART

I had nothing... but my eyes painted with tears, broken wings of so many passions and dreams, petrified in overwhelming, ruthless silence, torn by the screaming thoughts from the islands. I had nothing... than infinite fear to change my...

I’VE DIED AND GOT TO HEAVEN

It should smell like trees with white pearls, who cuddles the horizon with their gaze, but the forest has grasped its grey curls beyond that, only you could be my praise. And it still smells like frozen soul...

MY LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU

The moment you have decided to leave and take all our memories with you, lightning of cold chills crossed my grieve, leaving flood and emptiness came through. I refuse to think we're like two autumn leaves and the time...

I LOVE YOU FROM MONDAY TO SUNDAY

I love you in silence in the sleepy mornings of Monday, wanting you to drive my tear away, without any commitment, our hearts are still cracking like hot pieces of charcoals, our lips being deliciously flavoured as...

BUTTERFLIES ON MY WALL

Under the night's breath, I watched the butterflies on the wall, remembering in silence my long-gone years of youth when my wings were fully-coloured as the rainbow in fall, and the world still believed in honest love...

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