Wednesday, December 12, 2012



This minute,result of awareness,
Stands steady,alike a place of oblivion;
I am there,near oasis and look out around,
Watching exotic plants,mixed,random,
I watch their reflection in water,
Trying to decode,through numbers's conversion,in hurry,
Their mystery...
The faith stands near me,on my left;
The nature stands near me,on my right;
I set a question,in whisper:
"Why the flowers's parfume attracts the bees?"
But them told me that because of senses.
Then,i ask,again,but this time,
"Why people base themselves on senses?"
But them answered me that's because of their nature...

Will be continued in another chapter




Minutul acesta,rezultat al constientizarii,
Sta pe loc,precum un loc al uitarii;
Sunt acolo,langa oaza si ma uit in jur,
Vad plantele exotice,amestecate fara ordine,
Le contemplez reflectia lor in apa,
Incercand sa descifrez,prin conversia cifrelor,in graba,
Taina lor...
Credinta sta langa mine,de-a stanga;
Natura sta langa mine,de-a dreapta;
Pun o intrebare in soapta:
"De ce parfumul florilor atrage albinele?"
Iar ele spusera ca datorita simturilor.
Apoi intreb din nou,dar de aceasta data,
Cu voce tare:
"De ce oamenii se bazeaza pe simturi?"
Iar ele raspunsera ca datorita firii lor...

Va fi continuat in alt capitol



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