Saturday, February 28, 2009

Little Spring Poem

The light played with the morning dew on the leaves of the old oak tree.
The cookoo sang a bright new day and I opened my eyes.
I heard the flowers talk about the honey and the bees.
Birds were nesting in trees.
The water of the creek hurried back to the sea.
The sun was shining on my skin like it was just for me.
I was laying there for a while when I felt a sensation on my face.
It was a smile.

Nulla in mundo pax sincera (Amor Sacro)

Dear everybody,

I wanted to let you know this masterpiece. It comes out of the film "Shine" ( a must see by the way). It gives me goosebumps and a feeling of being surrounded by angels.
It also makes me think about my mom who, and I don't joke, used to sing like this while working in her kitchen.

Friday, February 27, 2009


Look at the picture on top of my blog and write a discriptive comment captured in one sentence.

Go for it!

The best sentence will be included in a poem written especialy for the winner.

Good luck!

A very big thank you.

I want to thank all you guys for doing my laepsa and giving such good answers. Also I'm very proud to see thay all of you know famous Belgians or products from Belgium. Thumbs up!!

If (written in blue)

If I would write you a poem on the petals of flowers,
would you read it in its aroma and nurture it for a lifetime?

If I would write you a sonata on the trees of a forest,
would you sway on the rhythm of the branches conducted by the wind?

If I would sculpt you a heart out of a rock in the middle of nowhere,
would you search for it without taking a second of rest and carry it with you
untill the end of time?

If I would die and look upon you every day,
would you pray to recieve shelter and love,
would you pray for more time and erase the time we wasted?

If I would be reborn and knock on your door,
would you embrace a second chance,
would you go out of your way to avoid the pain,
would you let me die again?

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Leapsa of my own (and I hope I did it right)

I send it to Snoopsy, Dili, Little Miss Sunshine, Un Om.

If I would be a:

country: Canada
door: emergancy door
form - shape and state: triangle-liqiud
state of mind: smiley
quantity: just enough
sunbloc: zero
streetname: No Hate street
planet: Jupiter
American: Hunter "Patch" Adams
dream: to make a differance in the world.
Romanian: Mircea Eliade
Belgian (start searching-hahaha): Eddy Merckx


I took it from little Miss Sunshine and send it to Snoopsy and Dili.

IF I would be a:

Flower: Mimosa
Season: Spring
Coulor: Green
Animal: Ant
Fashion object: Suspenders
Furniture: Lazy chair
Music: Rach 3
Landscape: Sunset ocean
Object: zapper
Instrument: Piano
Tree: Canadian Poplar
Town: Durbuy (Belgium)
Public person: Obama
Other person: Snoopsy
Book: The Alchemist
Food: Ham filled with salade de boeuf
Superhero: Spiderman
Fenomenon of nature: Snow
Car: Audi SUV
Fruit: Grapes
Bodypart: Heart
Film: The man on the moon.


My eyes are green and I was called forest.
She walked in them for hours and always was amazed.
I follow her every move without a minute of rest.
She stopped sometimes because she was daized.
I wrote about her and her trips,
I literally was hanging on her lips.
My love for her is clustered to my mind
and chained to my heart.
I live in her shadow,
I carry her heart.
I want to invent an erraser of bad and sad
and rewrite in coulors and flowers about true feelings.
If I coud make a land called " Understandia " it would replace " Utopia ".
My eyes are still green,
the forest is still yours.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

... and then today

Please don't do that anymore!

Childhood emotions.

I must have been like 11 years old when this little girl have me goose bumps. It made me sad at furst but the climax is great!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Where do lovers go when they lost the way?
They wander around in a place that is far away
from reality and this place is not true.
It makes them feel so blue.
Nothing seems like it is,
every word sounds bad,
every feeling is sad.
But I believe.
I believe that the yellow brick road is not untraceable.
It just takes the will to take a positiv decision or each others hand
and walk together to a better, warmer place.
A singer wrote that love is the answer.
I'm full of answers.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

What a world!

What is going on with this world of ours, where the youth is hurried to grow up and there is no time left to be a kid. I can't look around me without seeing adolescents being unhappy, insecure, scared or alone. Is it society, is it the parents or just a new rage, a state of mind? Just to be inn! It's something I can't explain because as I see they have so much more, maybe too much. Of course this with war, hunger, AIDS, drugs, divorce and religion infested world is far from it's basics and money consumes everything. When I was a kid all I needed was a ball and a wall and for hours I played in my imaginary world being a pro football player. Or a bike, where I was the winner of the Tour the France. Now all those things are taken away by computer games. No space for movement or developing a young mind. Everything is fed with a spoon and the values of being young or a kid are gone. Some of them resist. The ones, just like me (I am proud to say), who dare to say no to vandalism, smoking, drinking, drugs.....they do great. OK, they don't have many friends or don't belong to a group but do we want friends like that? I didn't.
I fear for the world of tomorrow where my son has to live in and although it's not his responsibility I do hope that his generation is going to reverse this negative spiral.
This is a cry out to all parents to get busy with their kids and lead them back home.
I can't take one more kid shouting: STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF!!

Darker, colder, longer.

The night seems darker tonight than it was yesterday.
The moon shines but doesn't bring its light through the mist.
I counted the stars and there are a few missing
and so are some angels and blessings.

The night seems colder toninght than it was ever.
Ice is forming around the moon.
I wish it was daytime somewhere around noon.
The sun shining high in the sky.
I long for the day I don't know why.

The night seems longer tonight, an eternity in time.
The moon smiles but it's not sincere.
The thought of another night fills me with fear.
I'm going to imagine myself in the light of day
and in that dream I want to stay.

Toni Braxton - Unbreak my heart

For every broken hearted soul on this sometimes lonely world.

Toni Braxton

Saturday, February 14, 2009


My sweetheart,

I love you and I wanted everybody to know.
For once I won't write you a poem on the blog
but just for you and me.

Te Iubesc
Ik hou van jou
Je t' aime
Ich liebe dich
Ti Amo
Te Quiero
I love you
Happy Valentine!!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Fantasy Impromptu by Chopin

I hope when you finished listening to this piece you will understand my next poem.

I'm running, I have to.
Can't stand still now.
Not when I'm so close and yet so far.

I remember when we were holding hands,
walking, the stream by our side.
A little left, little right.
Your lips willing to meet mine.
Every stolen kiss, a crime.
I'm willing to go to jail and pay
if you promise me to wait an stay.

But now they come to catch me,
so I'm running, can't stop now.
I've almost reached sanctuary.
I can already hear your heart beating.
Your harbor is awaiting.

The dilemma is tearing me apart.
Do I listen to my head or to my heart?
I am not able to be alive without you
but to pay would prove my love for you.

I'm captured two times,
once by your smile,
once by my faith.
I'll write you from my exile
I'll paint your smile,
on the wall and on the door,
on every window big or small.
And the sun will grant me a ray of light
that I will capture in my hands
and cherish and hold tight.

Maybe I'll escape, maybe I'll flee.
I have to run in search of you and me.
I hope your waiting for me because I'm getting close.
And I never ever will let go,
once your in my sight
I will attract you and walk with pride.

We have to run now, we can't stand still.
We have to catch up with time
because waisting it is the biggest crime.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Short story

It was cold. The little room was pale and the paint came down like leaves in autumn. A candle shed a ray of light on a book and on her face. Wrapped in a few covers she was reading and dreaming away in the adventures she lived in her head, brought there by the words and stories of a writer. Nothing mattered to her when she was reading, nothing could disturb her. It was her way of escaping and feeling good about herself. Everything she knew, she knew because of books and reading. She liked the most the travels she made in her head. She visited far away countries, little unknown towns, isolated pieces of nature but more importantly the heart of her love, Paul. In all her dreams she took Paul with her. He was a soldier, farmer, a father,…He was there all the time and she never knew a love more intense than this.
Paul was the fruit of her imagination but she was sure that one day she would meet him and that moment would reveal the truth and make all her dreams come true.

-Give me your hand, Alice. Hold on to me.
Paul was reaching out his hand to her and helped her of a ridge. They made a long walk in the mountains of Bolivia and as they were climbing the paths got smaller and more narrow. The sun was heavy and every bit of shadow was welcome. They sat down under a big tree and rested while drinking fresh water out of a little stream. Paul put his arm around her and kept her close. She rested her head against his chest and smiled realising that nobody knew where they were and it didn’t matter to her. She could die there and be fulfilled with her life.
-It’s time to get back, are you ready?
She looked up at him like she wanted to ask him to stay there for ever.
-Come on- he said, -if we start now we’ll reach Solita before dark.
Against her will but understanding Paul’s point of view she got up, put her hand in his and started the road back.
-Do you trust me?- Paul asked her.
-Yes , why?
-Come here and close your eyes until I say it’s ok!
They were right at the ridge and he put his arms around her waist, standing behind her.
-Spread your arms know, Kate Winslet.- and then he let her fall a little in front of him still holding her tight.
-Now open your eyes!
When she opened her eyes it was like she was flying high like an eagle surveying his territory. Adrenaline pumped the blood around in her body and her heart flew right by her side calling out his name, Paul!

Alice woke up from her dream journey to Bolivia and Paul was nowhere near. Her candle was all burned up and the damp of her breath was gliding down the small window. The sun tried to warm the room but was to weak so early in the morning. She tried so hard to remember her dreams because she wrote them down in her diary so when she met Paul she could show him what they already lived together. She stretched and shivered and then put her arms exactly on the place where Paul put his arms in her dream. She could still feel him and this fed her believe he was close, ready to meet her. Somewhere he wrote a diary about the dreams he had about her, Alice.

In the kitchen, the kettle filled with water was whistling breakfast time. She longed for the coffee her mother made her. She never ate in the morning but coffee was an absolute must. It started her motor. It was the fuel which dragged her to work and true the day. The day she prayed for to pass as fast as possible so she could go back to her book, dreams and love.

One hour later she took place behind her desk in the bank where she worked. It was the second month she worked there and she was nervous because in a few days they would tell her if she could stay as a full time employee. She was the soul earner of her family and thus it was very important. Every day at the end of her shift she counted her money drawer in a slight state of panic afraid she made a mistake during the day. But she never did and her direct superior was very happy with her.
Today a new fax machine is going to be delivered and Alice is the one who is going to receive the instructions and modalities how to use it. Later on, everybody of the bank would come to her to fax papers. This gave her some hope about being able to stay there permanently. Mister Turner would call her if the delivery was made.
With her head in her papers she forgot about time and concentrated on her tasks. And then…
-Oh, yes Mister Turner, can I help you?
-The machine was delivered and you should come to hear how to work it.
-Yes sir, I come immediately.
She followed Mister Turner into the next room. Three people were standing around the new machine which was placed on an old antique desk. She recognized the director and his secretary but the third person she couldn’t place. It wasn’t the delivery man because he was wearing a nice suit and a tie of the nicest green.
-Alice,- said the director, -this is Mister Collins of the Tec-Office firm. He is going to explain to you how to use this faxing machine and your responsibility will be to make it clear to the rest of us. Are you up to it, Alice?
She swallowed her fear and tension and answered, - Yes sir, of course!
-Good, come by my office when you are done here.
-Yes sir, Mister Andretti.
Without saying goodbye Mister Andretti left the room accompanied by his secretary.
In a very shy way she looked at Mister Collins and noticed he had a friendly face. His nametag said P. Collins. Everything about him seemed familiar but as he started his explanation she focused and forgot all about his eyes which were matching his tie.

Later that day she was walking home and she saw the wind play with the fields of corn. It was like a sea without waves that was coloured yellow and green. Her thoughts wandered back to the moment when she looked into Mr. Collins’ eyes. It also reminded her of a dream she had where Paul was a farmer in a certain part of France and she was there too as a help in the kitchen. She never liked that dream because Paul was married there and she envied that woman so much. But in the end she won his heart and they made love in de fields going with the waves and the wind. Now she was anxious to get home and to read again. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach, a feeling she lost or forgot but it felt so good that she wandered what it could be.

Her mother was waiting for her with dinner and like she new about her meeting with Mr. Collins she asked if she met some interesting people today.
-Just the guy from the fax machine.
She blushed and her mother saw that there was something going on. This was not a reaction for the always calm and serene Alice.
-Why don’t you tell me about him? He seems an interesting man.
-Oh mother please, I know nothing about him and that’s not going to change because I don’t want to know.
Al thru dinner not a word was spoken but there was a smile on there faces.

Later that evening Alice sat in her little room again. A new candle was burning and now only the moon smiled down on Alice’s dreams. She sunk away in the sea of words put there by a French writer telling her of a man who had all the sicknesses of the world or so he thought. But tonight she had a hard time to concentrate. P. Collins. Green eyes. Heart beatings. Love? Paul? Paul Collins?
In her sub conscience she dreamed a plan. A way to she him again very soon and to find out what he was doing in her life so suddenly and asking all her attention. What nerve he got taking all her thoughts and time. No way she would let this happen. She wanted control back over her feelings and emotions. She wanted to be in charge again of her dreams. But Paul was her dream and filled all her emotions. It was very confusing for her but in a way it was all she was looking for.

Another candle burned, another dream to write down and this time a plan. A love plan. If Mr. Collins is her Paul she would find out as soon as possible.

The next morning, after her coffee ritual, she hurried to work. She felt her blood running thru her veins anxiously and her brain was like an electric storm ready to flood the world but only this time she wanted to leave a mark, an undeniable impression. Something that Mr. Collins couldn’t ignore or forget. But what? How could she attract his attention without being an open book. She didn’t want him to be able to read the pages of her mind like a cheap novel.
On her desk she found a pile of papers and files with post-it’s on which reminded her she had to fax the lot. Maybe the fax machine was the way to see him again, to make him come to the bank. What if there was a defect and he had to come to repair? Ah, sabotage for a good purpose. Matters of the hart.

-Good morning Mr. Andretti!
Her boss came in early today and smiled at her gently. Just as he was going to march out the room he stopped and turned around.
-Alice, I’m expecting Mr. Collins in half an hour. Show him to my office when he arrives.
-Yes sir, of course.
Her heart was beating faster again and the plan she made up could be buried or burned. No more sabotage. Time was passing so slowly now, now she knew she would see him again and be attracted to his green ,deep forest eyes. Every tick of the clock where two heartbeats. A hundred and twenty a minute. Seven thousand and two hundred beats an hour. What a rush of impassionedness.
Exactly half an hour went by and she looked anxiously at the door. A little disappointed she picked up the ringing phone and wandered why he wasn’t there yet. Mr. Andretti hated it when his appointments ran late.
The man on the phone wanted to check his accounts and disagreed with some transactions the bank did. She got distracted because of the series unfriendly words the man called her and didn’t see the shadow of a tall man casting over her desk. A few minutes later she put the phone down in an agitated way and a little angry she raised her head to see who was waiting there.
-Mr. Collins! Good morning sir. Mr. Andretti is waiting for you. Please follow me.
-Good morning, Alice is it? Are you all right? You seem upset.
-I am a little, sir. Just a rude man on the phone.
-Ah, those men, no good can come of them.
He smiled at her and she smiled back, shy but intensely.
They walked to Mr. Andretti’s office in silence but she felt the ice was broken and for her that was good. A big step forward.
As they approached the office she got nervous for the goodbye’s. It was like she would be departed from him for the rest of her life. She knocked on the door two times and as Mr. Andretti yelled enter, Mr.Collins said, -Thank you Alice, maybe I see you soon.
-Who knows, it would be nice.
Oops, what did she say now. It would be nice? She felt her face turning red but luckily Mr. Collins was entering the office and didn’t see it. She was so mad with her self for the lose lips and again her heart went into fifth gear.

That day she didn’t see him again and in a way she was relieved because she would have been embarrassed but somewhere in the back of her head she wandered what reaction it would bring. Did he hear her words and if he did would he act on it or wasn’t he interested at all. Oh God, please let him be interested, she prayed silently. On thing she did observe today. There was no ring on his finger so she had good hopes he didn’t have a wife. Maybe a girlfriend? The thought alone made her feel desperation. What if her Paul lived his dreams with somebody else? What if her quest for love ended abruptly and she could never love again.

When she came home that evening her mother was talking to a woman she didn’t know. She looked distinguished and had a certain flair hanging around her. When she saw Alice she smiled friendly and asked her mother if it was possible to talk to Alice alone.
-Alice, this is Misses Hanson. She works for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was send here by a acquaintance of yours. Mr. Collins, was it Misses Hanson?
-Yes mother, he is the man who have me instructions about the new fax machine at work. I don’t understand? What has Foreign Affairs to do with me and with Mr. Collins.
Misses Hanson smiled and answered, -That’s what I want to talk to you about. Can we sit.
They both took place in the living room while her mother felt the room greeting Misses Hanson.
-I hear you work at the Andretti Bank, do you like it there?
-Yes, I do, thank you.
-But you’re not certain yet you can stay there, are you?
-No, I’m not but they will notify me any day now.
-I don’t think you will get the job, dear.
-Excuse me? Why not?
-Because we want you at Foreign Affairs. We need a good secretary there and you where recommended by the nephew of the Minister.
-How? I don’t know anybody who is related to the Minister or his nephew.
-Yes you do! Mr. Collins, remember. He is the nephew of the Minister and had nothing than good words about you. He heard you didn’t had a steady job and saw in you a lot of qualities. What do you think, dear? Interested?
-This is all so sudden and Mr. Collins? Really? I’m a little surprised and happy in the same time. Do you have to know my answer now?
-No dear, you can take your time but there is one condition. You have to notify Mr. Collins personally about your decision. I will leave you his phone number.

Heavy smoke of cigarettes and cigars was hanging around his head in this jazzy art café. He went there frequently because he enjoyed the ambiance. It was a dark place with lights in purple and red and all the future talents were singing there or playing the extension of there bodies, there instruments. He put his pen in his jacket and folded a little peace of paper. He just kept it in his hand and was thinking about the contents of that note. He strongly felt a vibe running thru his body and the words that he wrote down where dancing in his brain on the rhythm of a contra bas.

The light of your eyes met the moonlight and the world showed all it’s secrets.
Your touch is golden and pureness is your heart.
Soft as silk you kissed my soul
Fever captured my body as I’m the prisoner of a burning love……

He was ticking his fingers on the little table where his coffee stood and whistled without a sound inside his head. A secret longing to give this poem to his unknown love took over everything which made him a reasonable man and inpatient he left his chair, took a last look around and walked to the door. He promised himself to keep faith and to believe like a romantic fool.

A taxi took him home and the driver knew without asking where he had to bring him. At least a hundred times he brought him home and by now there was a kind of connection between them.
-Tired, Paul?
-Yes Henry, but satisfied!
-How was the music today? Like Ella or ……
-No no no! It was modern jazz, abstract but catchy.
-I like more the old school. There’s more dept and soul in notes.
-I like it all…-but then Paul stopped talking and wandered off to a place only he knew. Henry knew about this moment, it wasn’t the first time that in the middle of a conversation he was left alone, talking to himself.
-Here we are, Paul. See you soon.
Paul paid and tipped Henry and wished him a good night.
Eight stairs up to the door of his house. A big brown door was waiting there as a guardian proud to protect and serve. The hall was cold and much to big. A big mirror reflected his image and as usual he thought in that exact moment that he should move from there. He didn’t dough. It was his parents house and his grandparents before that. Too much history.
He went into the library where he sat down to write in his diary but he was tired and decided just to take some notes. He dragged himself to bed and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.

In a total different state of mind Paul was walking towards the Andretti Bank. A state of the art fax machine was delivered there and he had to initiate one of the secretaries. Franco Andretti was a personal friend of his which came in handy to sell his article.

The door leading to the hall of the bank opened. Mr Turner entered followed by a beautiful young woman. It was as she was walking on clouds and she moved like the waves of a lake. A fresh summer breeze filled the room and for a moment he recognized this face, this beautiful face. Mr. Andretti introduced her as Alice and he immediately associated her with wonderland. He came back to reality and started to explain the functions of the fax but while doing this he took the opportunity to study her face, voice and movements. She was not a stranger to him, he saw her before. His dreams where filled by her and now he had a dream come true.
A quick talk with Mr. Andretti learned him that she didn’t have a steady job at the bank but that they would hire her permanently very soon. He wanted to act on that before it was to late. He wanted to use his connections to offer her a steady job and impress her. Was this the right thing to do? Paul had two reasons to doubt his anxiousness, Mr Andretti and Alice. He decided to chew on his thoughts for a while and followed his agenda until the evening brought him back to jazz, smoke and coffee.

The next morning Paul took an early start and drove to his uncles house. Georges Collins was the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the brother of his late father. He always wanted Paul to come and join the diplomacy but Paul wanted to make it on his own and feel free of strains or relations but this time it was his overly fast beating heart that was at stake. He was driven by a fairly new feeling that he didn’t dare to describe as love yet but he was so close of being sure. He reached the domain and the impressive gates of his uncles house where the security checked his identity and announced his arrival. He drove up to the front of the house where he was welcomed by a valet opening his car door and seeing him to the hall.
-Your uncle will see you in a second, sir. Would you like to wait in the library?
Paul agreed because this was his favourite place of the house. He always felt that he couldn’t count enough to know how many book there where. This room was filled to the roof with wooden layers in dark brown and they all carried books and billions of words, ideas and inspiration. Just as he wanted to sit down his uncle entered.
-Uncle Georges, good morning!
-Paul, my boy, how are you?
The usual chit chat filled the next minutes and Paul was impatient to talk about the quest his heart made him take. As the tea was served and the valet left the library he bundled all his courage.
-I wanted to talk to you about something. It’s very important to me and to be honest it’s a matter of the heart.
-Really? Are you telling me you met someone you could love, Paul? This is world shocking news. Tell me all about her. It is a her, isn’t it?
-Yes yes, it is a her but I can’t tell you much yet. I met her once, briefly, I now where she works and her first name and that’s it.
-Impressive! Would it be fair to say that you are blinded, my boy? A little hasty maybe?
-I know but I have this strange feeling that I know her since for ever and that she is the one I’ve been waiting for. And in my dreams I meet her every night. Everywhere my dream brings me, she’s there and now she’s the soul owner of my thoughts.
-But where do I come in, Paul? Do you want me to reason you or feed this fever you have?
-I would like to ask you to give her a job, a steady one. She’s working at the Andretti bank for the moment but hasn’t been hired permanently yet. The bank is very pleased with her and will give her the job soon but I was thinking that a job at Foreign Affairs would be even better for her and maybe she would be impressed by it. For me a perfect opportunity to break the ice.
-This is most unusual and I have to say I’m not reluctant to act on this urge of yours. She’s a total stranger to you and me and this not an ordinary job you’re asking me to give her.
-Aren’t you in the perfect position to screen her? I don’t even want to know about her background. You check it and decide if she’s F.A. material. I never asked you for anything before and this is important to me.
-Alright. Find out her full name and date of birth and I will see what I can do.
-That’s all I’m asking, thank you.

A little later Paul left and drove into town. He put his phone in hand free mode and called Franco Andretti. An appointment was made and a hour later he could go and see him. He also called his personal secretary to cancel all his appointments that day. That was the first time ever. His poor secretary asked if he was all right and if he was feeling ill. His brain was working fast en sharp now. The whole scenario ran before his eyes and he wanted to be sure he didn’t oversee the slightest detail.


Bucarest - Oostende ( third and final part)

We entered a with people loaded railway station and mastered our way to a waiting spot. We were about an hour early and had the time to eat something before departure. We wanted to be early because it was important to have a "couchette" for the three of us alone. As soon as the train was announced we made our move but didn't find one couchette that was completely free so moved in with a young guy. We played a little little scene in which we let him know that he should better go and look for a place to sleep with someone else because we couldn't assure him of a quiet night with our little Luca. A bit against his will he went and searched and sortly after that he found a a place with one other person. Our goal was achiefed. The night went smoothly because Luca didn't cry at all and this time no border controles to wake us up. The only stressy thing on our minds was the transfer between this train and the one taking us from Koln to Brussels. We had to look how late train departed, on what rail, buy the tickets and get there with the baby and our luguage. As it seemed we had exactly 16 minutes so we hurried to the train and then I quickly ran to buy the tickets. With a few minutes to spare we took the Thalys (TGV = Train a Grande Vitesse) heading for Brussels where we would have the same situation like in Koln. An hour and a half later we arrived in Brussels to find out that now we had like 20 minutes. The same ritual as before put us on a train to Oostende, where we lived at the time. This time the train was packed. Luca didn't like that so much and was happy to get of the train and into the taxi to drive us home. It was 14.00h and sunny. At home a pille of mail was waiting for us. We quickly threw the bills away!(joke). Without knowing it we stepped in the daily life routine and only in the evening we were thinkung about our trainscapade. A nice memory never to forget.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Only you

Every pore is rising by the discovery of your smell.
It announces your image and body that I know so well.
My accelerating heart feels like jumping out of my chest.
This hasty pace tells me: never stop, never rest.
I try to look in your eyes to messure how deeply you love me.
No use to avoid it, I need to know daily, I won't quit.
Did you ever feel like shouting "baby" for minutes in a row.
You don't know how to walk or where to go.
Your breath is taken away.
Your thoughts sway, pray, wander off, stay.
I ingraved your name in my heart.
It's like a hidden tattoo.
There was only one place
and it's for you.


I took it from Georgi, I give it to Bad girls

The prayer

A prayer for everybody. Enjoy.

Friday, February 6, 2009


I don't like the silence.
I know what it means.
It hurts more to my ears then shouting.
It's a game of waiting and see,
what will happen, what will be.
You listen and hear nothing but sighs.
The question is why?
I don't like the silence.
I miss a voice,
but the silence is a given not a choice.
It seemes that not only the art of speach is lost.
What will it take to warm up and defrost
a tongue that I would love to move,
and together with the vocal cords,
to improve the mood.


Sunt … not turning out to be who I was supposed to be.
As vrea … to make everybody happy.
Pastrez … hope
Mi-as fi dorit … to use my talent(s) at the max
Nu imi place … not to be understood, considered, liked.
Ma tem … of losing...........everything that's precious to me.
Aud … the world crying out for help.
Imi pare rau … for being grumpy, being nervous, being me.
Imi plac … to paint a smile on your face
Nu sunt … a bad boy, old, home.
Dansez… to old tunes from the new wave times
Cant … mostely in a voice my wife doesn't like.
Niciodata …give up.
Rar … I sleep enough
Plang cand privesc … unhappiness, fear, no faith
Nu imi place de mine pentru ca … there is nothing to like
Sunt confuza … all the time and I forget a lot
Am nevoie... my wife, my boy, my girl, my family, my God
Ar trebui … lose weight, get fit and get healthy.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Time on my own

The clock charmes five.
A little candle shapes a shadow on the wall.
It moves in franctions, in heat.
I can't recognize anything in a room that is mine.
Losing my way in my own room is frightning,
how can find my way in this world?

The clock charmes seven?
Where was I all this time?
I should have turned left, not right.
The candle still gives me a little light.
The shadow didn't move.
The sun did thou. It moved away.
I go. I stay.

The clock charmes, that's all.
I don't want to know how late it is.
The candle is out, no light, no time.
Darkness is the only one by my side.
I will sit here and see if someone will come to rescue me.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Just to let you know

Your heart is small, tender, fragile
but filled with so much love and passion.
A tear is always ready to be spilled,
a wish always ready to be fulfilled.
Open your eyes to the world
and see you are loved and cheriched.
You are an important part of the chain of life
and certainly of mine.
Like air and warmth to the world you are to me
and it would be a pitty if you couldn't see
you accomplich your destiny.
Te iubesc, draga mea.


My friend,
How can I thank you enough, ever.
You kept me going with simple words,
sometimes spoken, sometimes written
but always true, nothing hidden.
You didn't hide reality,
you sung your rapsody.
The fact I knew you existed
didn't make me feel alone
when all good reasoning was gone.
You are that rock, that castle forever strong.
You save me when I am in need,
you don't come when I need to breath.
Understanding is your power,
you come in a tear, a laugh, a second, a flower.
My gratitude is yours as is my time and toughts.
I hope I can be a true friend,
just like you let me see how to be.
I would fulfill me and set us free.

Monday, February 2, 2009

For love

Sand is gliding through my fingers.
Here and there a grain sticks to my skin.
My nervous, wet hands shake as they hit the ground.
It's an awfull hollow sound.

Like I can't hold you,
some memories remane in my mind.
As the sand falls, your footsteps make the same sound.
The distance is messured by the heartbeats
and the cracks and the pain.

I can't controle anything.
Maybe I am searching for a key I never had.
The mind is dark, the feeling is sad.
I have to force the lock,
create a shock.

I know my heart beats in the right place,
with the right pace.
We will always be together on this world and space.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


Don't fear the night!
Not even when it is so dark that it seems impossible there will be a next day.
The stars are guarding you even thou the clouds cover them.
The moon only comes to visit you
and smiles while you're searching for a dream.
It's not the howling wolf you have to fear.
He's in pain himself.
His blood floats through his heart
just like yours.
You pray to God
He howls to the moon.
The moon smiles for him too.
Don't be afraid to be afraid.
Fear guards your life.
It brings light in your mind
Sing with the wolf and make the moon your God
just for the period of a dream.

I'm back

My dears,

For all kind of reasons which i'm not going to bore with, I wasn't able to write.
Faith doesn't always let you keep your promises.
I will catch up thou.

Read you soon.