Cenusareasa pentru un copil de 11 ani

Reflections of a skyline

Sa poti vedea, sa poti simtii, sa poti...
La margine de cer, fiecare isi cerseste iubirea si si-o scrie, cum stie, cum poate.
Gandeste-te putin? What if?

The right time

Everything is timing...

I am steping hard to keep the pace!

Something about me

There is something about me, some inner mystery,the secret I'm hiding,what my eyes and hands could tell and the glances of everybody else...
There is a big difference between what they think they know, and what really resides inside,you''ll tell me one day " I've grown tired too!"
I know what I am and cannot change, would no change the parts of me that may scare, may cause this stir, may alienate,I do not want to be accepted for who I am , I just want to run wild for a while.
I do not want to change the course of the wind in my hair, the strength of my grip, the pase of my walk, I want to let it be out there in the open, just like all the storm and clouds above my heart...let there be lightning!

Falling down right into place

I am no longer sorry for all the things I’ve done for now I know it was not all in vain. I am just mad at wanting, mad at this unclear line of sight, mad at the rainbow, for not coming out, at me, at you…

No I am mad at time for you have no fault, nobody should be blamed for being who they really are, for living up to their full potential and just being willing to forget who they are and settle for today and right now.

I thought that running meant arriving in one spot; I thought it would mean something, but I was on a trip in my own mind. Running with scissors. It cuts, deep and when you wake up from the pain you realize that you have been the masochist all along. Desperately, trying to hang on to every glimpse, to every silly try, every muttered word, dear girl you’ve been tricked by life.

The day you have most been waiting for will never come because as we know it by now: “the easiest way to lose something is to want it too badly”

Petty little things about me…I am done being who I was; I am done trying to be Braveheart and heal what cannot be healed and hide all this inside. Done hiding, done playing the game, I am tired of all your tricks and lost the desire to be lost, in your infinite madness.

I could have, I should have, but life is really what you make of it and will not feed on “ could have, would have, should have”, it will feed on your actions and real soul playing. This time I am not willing to bet mine!

Boa sorte, dear friend!

The start of simple touch

Mind is a razor blade...to call for hands of above, to lean on
You knew the hand of the devil and kept us away
The start of simple touch

Asa incepe totul, cu doua maini, doua maini ce se cauta, s-au cautat de mult, le era dor...si stiu ca locul degetelor mele este intre ale tale.Stiu ca pielea mea isi ispaseste sentita pamanteasca atunci cand se atinge de a ta.
Conectare la un nivel senzorial, cuvinte lipsa, randuri ce alearga, nu e confuzie,iti aud gandurile, astept sa faci pasul, lasa teama si sari...o sa fie bine.
Lumina verde, licarire aprinsa, valvataie, arde...doi ochi ce cresc, asteapta,noapte si cald...multi oameni in vertij, doar eu si tu...doar noi.Incepi sa pricepi, sau ai stiut mereu asa cum mana mea iti cunoaste suvitele rebele, zambetul in colt de gura.
"Vreau..." spune vocea lui, stiam deja...am auzit o soapta sangerie, am asculat o licarire si am zarit tresarirea din antebrat.
Lasa seara sa pluteasca...shhhh, nu mai vorbi, nu mai sunt cuvinte, ti-am mai spus, asculta gandurile .Ce tare se aud de aici!