The wind blowed your kisses from me,
And the sea stolen my tears
The ground graved everything that supposed to be,
While my heart burns into fears.

I cannot find you,where would you be?
You left marks everywhere,but still,
Not even in ground,wind,fire or sea,
I can't see,smell,hear or feel,
What it was,is,or wll be.


I have no idea for a title for this poem.suggestions?

Ca intre poeti/Just like between poets

- Vreau sa fac dragoste cu tine!
- De ce?
- Pentru ca suntem tineri si viata e frumoasa!
- Dar tu nu stiai ca dragoste,faci doar cu cineva la care tii?Tu nu ma iubesti.
- Dar iti iubesc munca,arta.
- Nu e acelasi lucru.
- Bun.Toate poeziile sunt scrise de tine,nu?Fac parte din tine...
- Da,sunt scrise de mine,si da fac parte din mine.
- Pai vezi,iubesc ceea ce scrii,iubesc parti din tine.
- Nu e acelasi lucru,imi pare rau,dar trebuie sa te refuz.
- Bine,atunci hai sa facem dragoste prin cuvinte,asa ca intre poeti.
- Cum vine asta?
- Foarte usor,eu iti scriu cuvinte frumoase,si si tu,la randul tau,imi scrii cuvinte frumoase.
- Ca si cum tu mi-ai fii muza?
- Exact!


And no translated :)


- I want to make love to you!
- Why?
- Because we are young and life is beautiful!
- But didnt you knew that you make love only with someone you care about and love? You do not love me.
- But I love your work, art.
- It's not the same thing.
- Good.All your poems are written by you,and they are parts of you ...
- Yes, they are written by me, and yes they are parts of me.
- Well, see,I love what you write, I love parts of you.
- It's not the same thing, I'm sorry, but I must refuse.
- Well, let's make love in words, just like between poets.
- How come?
- Very easy, I write to you nice words, and you too, in return, write nice words to me.
- As if you did you are my muse?
- Exactly!






Mi-a venit pur si simplu in minte.Personajul feminin sunt eu.Personajul masculin,nu exista./It just camed into my mind.The feminin character it's me.The male character does not exists.

Star in my heart

I looked up to the sky,and i picked one star,
To look after me,to guide my steps,even if she's too far.
So every night,ever since,i was talking to her,
About anything.I knew she will be there.
But the weather changed,as the time passed away,
And the sky,slowly becamed awful grey.

"Make them go away,dear star,talk to the clouds,
tell them you have a little girl down on Earth,which shouts!"

But the star didn't cared,the clouds were still there,
And i was confused,not knowing why,what or where.
Tears of sadness rolled down on my cheek,
To my neck and then to my empty chest,
never felt so alone,or so weak,
Without understanding the purpose of this quest.

But as i was crying,my heart felt like burning,
So i tooked my shirt off,and my whole chest was shining.

Then i understood.
My star was still with me.
In my heart.

Te-am privit plecand spre zare,pana-ai devenit un punct.

Ti-am plans in brate,
de trei ori,dragul meu,
fara sa stii.

Prima data,am plans de tristete
in ziua in care mi-ai spus,
ca lumea e rea,
iar noi suntem trecatori.

A doua oara,dragul meu,
ti-am plans in brate,de fericire,
in seara in care mi-ai spus ca ma iubesti
(si plang si acum cand ma gandesc).

A treia oara,ti-am plans in brate
dragul meu,de amaraciune,
in noaptea noastra,caci era ultima.

Insa batuti de soarta suntem,dragul meu,
iar noi suntem trecatori,
(si plang si acum cand ma gandesc).

te-am privit plecand spre zare,
pana ai devenit un punct,
in noaptea noastra,caci era ultima.

Despre flori

Atatea flori cad pe mine,
si sunt multe si sunt diferite.
Dar toate au acelasi tel,
acelasi ideal,acelasi plan,
sa ma purifice pe mine,
atat cu frumusetea cat si cu inocenta lor,
si mai ales sa ma schimbe in bine.
Pentru ca ele,ele in esenta lor sunt printre
cele mai frumoase si mai bune exemple,
ca raiul poate exista si pe Pamant.