Frunza copacului

Primavara. Un copac renaste.

Langa el verdeata

Pe care un miel o paste.

Mai incolo zace o para malaiata.

Printre ramurile incretite, indoite,

Cu urme de zapada si colturi albite,

Se zareste un mugur de frunza.

Ma amuza.

Vara. Mugurul a devenit frunza.

A crescut. E mare.

Ma plimb. Caut o scuza

Sa o privesc, e o chemare

Catre necunoscutul familiar.

Toamna. Un gust amar

Imi incearca mintea.

Frunza, nehalita,

S-a intins mai mult ca suratele sale.

O floare se leapada de petale.

Galbena si trufasa, frunza se leaga dulce

In bata vantului. Copacul plange.

El stie ce va urma.

Eu refuz sa stiu continuarea.

Iarna. Copacul zgribulit isi plange copiii.

Indoit de durere, se pleaca la pamant

Si prin vantul rece se aude plansul mut.

Ramurile acoperite cu zapada par pale.

Dau albeata de-o parte. Sunt goale.

Pe jos, sub ramura incretita, indoit,

E frunza mea, albita.

Numai respira. Ciclul ei s-a terminat.

Cu sufletul crapat, ma abat

De la drumul spre casa mea.

Ma intreaba inima, nelinistita :

Oare anotimpul meu va fi tot iarna?

Oare voi fi la fel de linistita?

Lonely hope

She was staring blankly out the window. Her gaze focused now and then on the trees, the buildings, the raindrops on the window. But her gaze was changing.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness and joy, with sadness and sorrow, with maturity and childness. The only constant taste, that never left the dancing and changing sparkles

in her eyes, was hope. Sometimes dirty, muddy, corupted hope, at times pure and wishful, yet hope nevertheless.

She kept wondering what the next day will bring, what the future will be like. She tried hard to think of the present and hope for the future, yet her recent past left deep

scars that still bleeded. It was a rough road that still hadn't ended. She learned a lot of useful lessons that will help her during her lifetime, but at what cost? She learned them by herself,

experienced them in the hardest of times. Not pleasant feelings, those of loneliness, abandonment and fear. She had times when she thought the wounds had healed,

but when she crashed into another wall and felt another brick fall on her, she felt the wounds bleed again, harder and faster with every new blow. What could she do? Just wipe it away and hope it will stop.

As she was pressing her face against the cold hardness of the glass, she felt lonely and misunderstood. Two feelings that have been present constantly for the last year.

She's starting to learn how to deal with them, yet it still surprises her every now and then.

One lesson that she learned was that you can never count on anybody, no matter what and who, it will always end in painful dissapointment. Yet this knowledge seemed to make

her feel less depressed as time passed by. She's learning how to smile again. She's learning that as long as she still has herself, the game goes on, the road doesn't end.

As long as she still has herself, there is still hope.... sometimes dirty, muddy, corupted hope, at times pure and wishful, yet hope nevertheless.

Nebuna visare

Nebuna visare

De ce sa muncesti toata viata

Pentru un viitor banal,

Viitor c-un gust amar,

Doar pentru a obtinea pacea?!

De ce sa faci pe plac lumii,

Sa urmezi fiecare cerinta,

Sa asculti fiecare fiinta,

De ce sa consideri nebunii?!

"Daca viata iti da lamai

Tu fa limonada."

Dar daca eu vreau doar apa?!

Refuz sa urmez nebuni.

Eu insumi sunt nebuna,

Sperand neincetat, cu ardoare,

Sperand la multe. Se pare

Ca sper zi de zi la o viata mai buna.

Sperand zi de zi, tot mai mult,

La visarea transpunsa-n real

- Scapare de prezentul banal-

Glasul meu nu va sta linistit sau tacut.

Snow already, will yah?!

It's so cold outside that your hands and face go numb in just 5 min. Yet, for some odd reason, it's raining. It should snow.

I love snow. It's one of the few simple things that can make me blithefully happy. Whenever It snows I'm like a little kid in a candy store.
Some may think it's stupid to be so happy over such a normal and, to some, annoying thing. Heck, even my friends think I'm mental xD.

But I believe that once you can get happiness and energy from little things in life, then you can really enjoy your achievements.

I like spring and autumn for their colors, summer for the holiday, but it's winter i love. I guess it's because winter makes me feel like
a little kid again, back when life was simple and pink.

I could never get enough of the Christmas spirit and the feeling it gives me. And i could never get bored with snow. It's pure, soft.... it's our
world on a smaller scale : no snowflake resembles another. Never two snowflakes will be the same. Isn't that the same way we are? No two people
will be the same, no matter how similiar they might seem.

Every season has something that brings out the kid in me, not just winter. And I don't want this to ever change. Once you forget about your inner child,
a part of you dies. The best part, the one that lets you get hyped up about the smallest things in life, the one that loves to play, to smile, to laugh, to make
others happy, to have friends, the one that can cry and be angry because the skateboard broke but can easily get over a fight or smile when hard times come.
Yet one should always remember that there's a huge difference between being childish and being immature.


oh well...enough with the random rambling. It's getting to long.

One last thing before i go: remember that nothing is as bad as it seems since there's at least 2 sides to everything. And that after black clouds and thunder storms, always comes a colorful rainbow and the sun
:-) ^.^y