Winter :P

I miss the white snow, like a shield
And like a promise
Outside my lonely house.
I miss the sound of little stars
Ice, gold and silver
Singing in the tree, a winter song.
I miss the silence inside,
The smell of cakes and Christmas trees
Telling me a story about happy hearts,
A story about love.
Something that will never end,
As long as there will be golden stars in the sky,
Silver snow on the ground…

Poem :)

Luna


Cerul
Era atat de albastru
Si luna
Inca mai zambea intr-un colt
Si sufletul meu, un sihastru
S-a indragostit de un astru.

Luna
Statea pe cer si privea
Iar eu
In inima mea ma-ntrebam
Daca oare si el ma iubea
Un astru rece cu suflet de sihastru.

Some pictures

:)

Interesting Björk lyrics:


Human Behaviour


If you ever get close to a human
and human behaviour
be ready to get confused

there's definitely no logic
to human behaviour
but yet so irresistible

there is no map
to human behaviour

they're terribly moody
then all of a sudden turn happy
but, oh, to get involved in the exchange
of human emotions is ever so satisfying

there's no map and
a compass
wouldn't help at all

human behaviour

Butterflies

Butterflies | Forward this picture

Butterflies
Looking like yellow leaves
Sometimes
I wonder for how long they live

I had a dream
About an old green coat
It was
Nothing but a butterfly robe

An old lady showed up in my dream
The keeper of secrets
She slowly whispered in my ear:
I know for how long

The butterflies live.

Moussala part 2

Trip to peak Moussala in Bulgaria :)

Summer

New poem :)))

Me


I am the wind and lonely I cry
I am like the raindrops
With the birds I fly

I don’t care much
I laugh
And I cry

And I pass them by.

Spring

Maybe this poem is not one of the best things I'd written but for some reasons it is dear to me :)

Dust stays, as a sad cover
On your eyes.
Why don’t you try
To call the wind for help?
It’s the spring wind
Smelling like wild berries
And like sun after the rain
Like birds flying
And the sunbeams shining
On the last
Traces of pain.

This is the spring sun:
Melting all the snow,
Haunting all the streets
And the city walls,
Running over bridges
Small towers and buildings
Looking for his love.

Dreams

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

(Charles Baudelaire)

Mountains

Rene Magritte paintings

Urban images