Monday, December 10, 2012



I let myself to be prey of a thought
And let it fly,free,
Wherever it wants,
But yet to a desert goes
And i,cheerfull,
Filled of a smile...
He,the time,
Already knewd...
Knewd already that i am into searching it
And with a wish to catch it,
With questions,to inchain it;
In answers,will be one free;
Free is always and never stops
And i,the same alike others,i have moments
In which,i wish to stop in just one place,but...
Alike the deserts,dried,
They still have here or there,at least one single oasis,
So alike,true nectar,
Of a flower,gathered by a bee,
For in a later time,a honey comb,tasted,
By someone,
To be the sweetest...

Will be continued in another chapter




Ma las prada gandului
Si-l las sa zboare,liber,
Unde-o vrea,
Dar tot spre un desert se duce
Iar eu,vesel,
Deja stia...
Deja stia ca eu sunt in cautarea lui
Si-as vrea sa-l prind,
Cu intrebari,sa-l inlantui;
In raspunsuri,va fi liber;
Liber e mereu si nu se opreste
Iar eu,la fel ca altii,am momente
In care,vreau sa se opreasca-n loc,dar...
Precum deserturile,sterpe,
Au pe ici pe colo,cate-o oaza,
Tot asa,adevarat nectar,
Al unei flori,cules de o albina,
Ca mai tarziu,un fagure,gustat,
De cineva,
Va fi cel mai dulce...

Va fi continuat in alt capitol



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