Before time takes you by surprise
Ask for good red wine and get wise
You are not of gold, don’t believe the lies
You are put to dust, once again you’ll rise.

(Omar Khayyam)

My voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
(Oscar Wilde)

If you forget...

"...
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners

that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
..."
(Pablo Neruda)

10 things that I hate the most

Here are the 10 things that I hate the most
1. Stupid & ignorant people
I refuse to believe that a person is born stupid. They just become stupid along the way. Why? Because they were born in a family who did not teach them the basic stuff of life, the common sense, what are the values and so on. Because they are so bloody ignorant and don’t want to learn how to use their brains. ‘cause they are too lazy to expand their horizon or accept changes in their lives.
I even thought of some categories:
# simple people, with a normal level of intelligence but who have the emotional intelligence that helps them get along in their social life.
# highly rational intelligent people who are incapable of leading their own lives even if they are brilliant with abstract/theoretical stuff or are great professionals.
# ignorants who refuse to use their brains in any circumstances.
Can you think of any others?

2. Breaking the promise or saying things you don’t mean
Am I too demanding when I expect people to keep their promises? Why do they even bother to say things they don’t actually mean or they know they just won’t do? Is it just because they like hearing themselves saying that? Why even bother to say: “I’ll come by your place tomorrow” when you know you already have an engagement somewhere else and you won’t be able to get there at all?
If that’s the case…then you shouldn’t even bother saying you’re sorry. Cause you’re not.

3. Men who think “smart talking” will get a woman into their bed.
This is one topic that a lot of ladies would kill me for writing. But who cares? I am in my sarcastic mood and I indent to make the most of it.
Have you guys ever wondered why do you have to put up with all that romantic bullshit and all the nice and smart talking just to get a woman into bed? Isn’t that time and nerve consuming for you? Well it is… for both men and women, cause after all a woman knows if she wants to shag the guy from the first moment. She has already decided that the guy is going to get something. Then why do we need all the talking and courting? Why do I need that?
Well…we do it for fun. We do it because we are like animals…we are predators. We love to hunt and get the best male…able to provide us with the security we need and the best sexual experience that would satisfy our lust.

4. Smart women dressing /behaving /looking sluttish
Ladies….why do you think that just because you are smart you have the right to behave like whores? Why do you have to wear blouses that cover only part of your boobs? Why are you wearing skirts that barely cover your asses? Why do you put tons of makeup on your face to make you look like a clown? Let the poor stupid ignorant bitches (see no.1 thing that I hate) dress, look and behave like sluts. They look more real….but it doesn’t mean that they are also good at that. Isn’t it better to keep a little bit of mystery for a more intimate moment? Don’t you want your man to discover you bit by bit and amaze him step by step? …just an idea

5. Valentine’s day
I probably should have put this on top of the list as this heart shaped day is coming. I don’t want to be misinterpreted here….but why on earth do we need a special day to say our boyfriend/girlfriend that we love them? Shouldn’t we do that all along the year? Or just when you feel like saying it?
Nooooo, we need one bloody day, when everyone behaves like mad: “Oh God…I forgot to buy a present. I will buy her flowers….what flowers does she like? Will she be upset for not buying a teddy bear as well?”….you bet you ass she will….she will not see the excitement and fuss behind those flowers. She will think you don’t love her enough…and you will get into a fight…and break up…and end up a day that is supposed to be one full of love and passion with hatred and words you wish you did not say. So ….Happy Valentines…everyone!

6. Child abuse and lack or care
Have you ever held a new born baby in your arms? Do you know how small and delicate they are? Have you ever looked into a child’s eyes? Did you see anything? Did you see that candid innocence, that joy for life?
What kind of woman is the one who abandons her own child? What kind of man is the one who abuses his own child? Why do people even have a baby if they will not love and cherish it, and defend it with the price of their own lives? It makes me really sick when I hear and see all these…

7. The so called “ artists” who would be no one without a proper musical studio
Ingredients: we take one blond, stupid bimbo…with a nice pair of silicon boobs, we dress her….well actually we don’t…and we put her into a studio.
Then we have a talented music writer do a song for the bitch. It should be really easy..as she has only got to shake it.
Then we have the bitch sing….or should I say heehaw? But that’s not such a big deal ….that’s what the studio is all about. And then we do the video. Oh…and here’s the moment when she strumpet has to show her talent. And she can really shake ‘em good. Uuu… yeah baby….move it like you mean it!!!
My question is: what do we do with hundreds of truly talented people who perform here and there because they don’t have the money to pay for a video and publicity? ….demential

8. Liars & 2 faced people
9. The stupid rule saying that you have to drive your car with 50 km/h on an empty road at night.
10. Finishing other people’s jobs.
For the last 3 I will not comment now…maybe at a later time when I will be more indulgent….or not
It’s for the first time when I actually put these things down on paper. And damn it feels good.
Don’t know if you agree with me…I don’t really want you to….but if someone feels they should comment …feel free to do so.

Amar de luna

Amar de luna
Intr-o luna de vara torida.
Sublima cautare a unui ego pierdut.
Valuri negre ma smulg din bratele mortii
Si ma arunca intr-o balta.
Apar apoi aripile mari ale sperantei
Care trec agale pe deasupra mea
M-au ratat si de data asta.
Raman acolo unde sunt si adun firicele de nisip
Voi construi o duna pe care vantul o va purta
Si o va arunca apoi la picioarele tale.
Stai, nu calca…sunt eu…

Patetic

Imi atintesc privirea in tavanul patat de stele de deasupra mea. Am stat impreuna si am vazut apusul si mi-ai propus sa vedem si rasaritul. Mi-ai luat mana in palmele tale in incercarea disperata de a ma incalzi. Nu, nu pe mine trebuie sa ma incalzesti. Eu nu mai simt frigul de mult. Este insa ceva mult mai pretios ce sta inghetat, asteptand doar persoana potrivita.
Degeaba sufli aer cald peste palmele mele. Nu ma faci decat sa-mi fie mila de tine si sa te urasc si mai tare. Deschide ochii si cauta dincolo de ceea ce vezi. Treci peste zidul ce l-am ridicat in incercarea mea esuata de a ma proteja. Deschide-ti mintea si sufletul si cauta esenta. Nu te multumi doar cu aparentele. Sunt efemere si nu provoaca decat o placere de scurta durata.
Incercarea ta trece la fel de usor precum pescarusul deasupra apei linistite si calde. Te-ai pierdut in ochii mei si ai ratat esenta.
Ramai dar si vezi rasaritul. Eu plec in cautarea mea continua. Ramai pe loc, patetic si infrigurat. Sunt sigura ca vei gasi o blonda speranta care sa te incalzeasa

Turcoaz

Ti-am prins privirea asupra mea. Era atintita in locul dintre gat si umeri si parea ca vrea sa-l sarute.
Apleaca-te si sopteste-mi la ureche ce vrei sa faci. Spune-mi la ce te gandesti cand ma privesti si eu iti voi spune cat imi place sa stam unul langa altul pe iarba abia incoltita din parc si sa privim cerul senin. Si cat de mult imi place sa ma pierd in ochii tai de culoarea turcoazului…stiai ca ti se schimba culoarea cand te uiti la mine cu drag? Stiai ca atunci cand esti trist culoarea este mai cenusie decat un cer plin de nori de ploaie…?
Asa ca uita-te mereu la mine…saruta-ma cum numai tu o poti face si tine-ma strans in brate. E primavara… e primavara noastra.

Come Undone

My heart is beating fast and my body is trembling with fear. Emotions are bustling with no evident reason. Incertitude, despair, fear of losing.
Lost of confidence , a wrong impression, or just an intuitive feeling?
Whatever it is it’s making me snap and come undone. Why does it have to be so complicated?
I can’t relate and that is a problem….

Wish

Lord, grant that I may always be right, for thou knowest I will never change my mind...

Emo hours

Raze de soare ce incalzesc petalele fragile de mar…pulbere de polen ce pluteste in aer. Gandurile mele ratacind ... imi par ca zboara spre tine. Alearga sa le prinzi, nu le lasa sa rataceasca in aer. Prinde-le. Ia-le cu tine si tine-le langa inima ta. Da-le un sens, implineste-le. ..Ai reusit? …Prea tarziu…nu le-ai auzit, nu le-ai vazut. Ti-ai ridicat privirea cand déjà au facut cale intoarsa…

Sundays

I miss the Sunday mornings with their smell of fresh roasted coffee. I miss the breakfast in bed with its toasted sandwich and a big cup of Starbucks coffee, watching the Tom & Jerry childhood cartoons. I miss waking you up with a kiss and touching your chest with my finger. I miss going out in the sun, hand in hand and enjoying a nice walk in the park. I miss the Sunday movies to the cinema, with popcorn and coke. I miss the lazy afternoon when we would make love and drink a glass of wine. I miss the marzipan cake with its sweet taste…sweet as your lips.

Wanna be my Sunday lover?

Rataciri

E una din acele zile cand simt ca viata nu imi apartine. Cand simt ca pamantul imi fuge de sub picioare, cand sentimentele preiau puterea si fac ce vor din mine. E ziua cand nu am control, cand ma simt impotenta emotional. Nu stiu daca sa fiu trista sau vesela. Daca sa plang sau sa ma uit in gol sau sa incerc sa-mi gasesc scopul. As fugi pana cand nu imi mai simt picioarele, as iubi pana cand inima mea nu ar mai suporta si s-ar sparge in mii de bucatele. As face multe …si cu toate astea nu fac nimic. Pentru ca nu stiu ce. Nu stiu cine sunt, nu stiu ce vreau de la mine sau ce vor altii de la mine. Nu stiu ce imi doresc pentru mine…
Vid …

Rainbow in the rain

Snowdrops in winter
Rainbow in the rain
Thinking of you
Unable to say
That I need your love
On a summer’s day.

Heart on a sidewalk
Stranger in my arms
Pure love perfusion
Invading drop by drop.

Intorelance to my mood

in a
mood
pensive
rain is
falling
crying
I feel
like I should not
like I am lost
like I am crushed

by the rain
by my mood
trapped
in the loneliness
of my world
intolerance
to myself
to the rain
to my mood

Summer night dream

Pieces of happiness wrapped up in a beautiful shinny package.
It is the summer night dream when everything is possible. It is the stranger sitting on the rocks with his hand held out. I reach for it and he grabs mine. It’s so warm and pleasant; still it gives me chills on the spine. It is the soft kiss on the lips and the sinful pleasure that I enjoy so much. It is the touch of your hands moving slowly and passionately on my back, caressing every inch of my skin. It is your soft yet deep voice, whispering in my ear.
It is the salted water drop on your face sipping from the cheek down to the chest.
There are the waves breaking violently on the rocks beside us and the seagulls flying close to the blue water.
It’s you and me sitting in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine and a nice conversation. There are the sweet words, the promises and dreams.
There is this dream ….and I’m glad I had it.

Butterfly Utopia

I’ve dreamt butterflies last night. But when I woke up and saw you, felt your strong arms holding me tight I realized they were not a dream. They were more real than ever. Butterfly wings in my stomach…butterflies making me happier than ever.
As cruel as it sounds I will cage them so that they never go away. I want to wake up in your arms and see your eyes smiling at me. I want to keep and feel those butterflies ….
Dreaming…smiling…hoping while holding your hand tight, while feeling your fingers caressing my cheeks and lips.
Love will come through …it is just waiting for you.

Parfum...perfuzie...dorinta

Vreau sa merg acolo unde soarele nu apune niciodata si sa ploua pe mine cu pulbere alba de stele.
Vreau sa-mi picure roua din zori in palme si sa o beau cu pofta pe toata. Ma voi imbata cu fericirea emanata de razele calde ale soarelui si valurile inspumate ce se izbesc zgomotos de stanci. Vreau sa-mi curga nisipul rosu printre degete si sa-mi ingrop acolo toata amaraciunea adunata in borcanul de la fereastra.
Vreau sa iti vad doar umbra, uitandu-se cu nesat dupa mine. Da, doar umbra, pentru ca tu nu mai vei avea niciodata.
Vreau sa miros salcamii si sa adorm la umbra uni salcii curgatoare. Sa imi adie vantul in par si sa imprastie toate amintirile mele despre tine.
Vreau sa ma trezeasca un sarut patimas al unui necunoscut. Sa fie frumos si sa nu-mi ceara decat viata intreaga. Sa imi picure apoi fericirea in vene, precum picaturile intr-o perfuzie. Sa nu ma judece, sa nu incerce sa ma schimbe. Sa ma accepte pentru tot ceea ce sunt, ce nu sunt sau ce as putea fi.

Surrender

I’m hiding behind the trees in the park…I’m hiding behind the rocks at the shore….I’m walking all alone in the street and rain drops are falling on my face and soak my clothes to skin…..
I’m tired… I’m tired of running away from me…from all the good things that happen in my life and I shut them off….I’m tired of running away from my feelings….shutting them down in a corner of my heart and throwing away the key…
I wanna go away with YOU for a couple of months…go to a lonely island where I have the time to answer all the questions that have been messing around with my head and making me dizzy…..I wanna lie in the sun and feel the light breeze of wind winding in my hair….I wanna feel the warm drops of water on my bare skin….I wanna feel your breath on my neck, your fingertips moving around my waist…your lips caressing my lips….I wanna make love…sweet tender, passionate love from dust till dawn…and never feel tired…
…but most of all …I wanna give up controlling life and surrender…enjoy every sunrise with its beautiful light announcing a new beginning…and every sunset with its dim light telling me that a new day is about to arrive….
I have to let go…surrender…

And If

And if the branches tap my pane
And the poplars whisper nightly,
It is to make me dream again
I hold you to me tightly.
And if the stars shine on the pond
And light its sombre shoal,
It is to quench my mind's despond
And flood with peace my soul.

And if the clouds their tresses part
And does the moon outblaze,
It is but to remind my heart
I long for you always.

Parfums d'ete

It’s strange how you find out things that were there all the time …but you were just not aware of their existence.
I have realized that I am addicted to the linden trees flower perfume. It’s all over the town and my lungs just can’t get enough. I leave my window wide open just to fall asleep with the smell in my nostrils. I wake up happy, open my eyes and take a deep breath.
I am addicted to walking in the historical part of the town, wandering on the narrow streets with their old and shabby houses. I don’t care if I walk alone or accompanied…just walking makes me feel so happy and I smile at people for no reason.
Last but not least I am addicted to happiness. I love the feeling that there is nothing bad out there that could ruin it. I love it when it makes me so optimistic and alive. Eyes sparkle and skin is blushing just because I find myself smiling. And as weird as it might sound, smiling at people at of nothing does have an effect. It shocks most of them but it makes others smile back. And after all it is the smile you get back that counts.
It’s been a lovely day…and I’m addicted to living life surrounded by the linden trees flower perfume…forever.

Rambling thoughts

Take me to the pharaohs’ garden and leave me there. I want to sit under the date trees and watch the sacred ibis making its nest. Take me to the Valley of the Kings so I can wonder at the pyramids rising in the middle of the dessert. Let me flow down the Nile and dream of Nefertiti and her black wig, of her beauty and passion.

Then hold my hand into yours and take me to Amsterdam. I want to stay stoned 24h and forget about this miserable, selfish world.

Help me forget and clean my soul of the bitterness I’m holding inside. Hold me tight in your arms. Love me like you’ve never loved before. Love me until it hurts and then start it all over again.