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Perhaps or maybe ?

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I like pain age of me ,.
Why do you need love ?
Future is dark for me .
My path in life is alone ?
He is my history .
You let go of your dream ?
Like a life in death !
Do heaven felt your soul ?
Just like all is over .
Now I see the steps ?
Clouds go like cold sky !
Don't fight alone do you ?
Return your heart again.
As in a lonely breath ?!
Perhaps or maybe ?



- A. A. Popovici,

Terrible agony !.,

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time hurts inside ,
now I feel alone !
death and life ,
much of a feeling comes .
happiness waits ,
in a being .
grow flowers smell ,
joy of a murder love !
you'll never be an lonely breath
but always a wish ,
laugh of burden because is pain !
shadow or sweet thought
my heart must fall ,
like a shy face smiling .
cherish my broken soul
in pieces of stones !
frozen sadness have ,
you ever dream like I ?


I felt terrible in the dark
not fit in this world .


forever I steal my heart ,
to find my heaven
eternal agony is long
to myself !
one road must come late .
In the deeply melody I rest ,
oh, I'm still human stuck in life ?



- A. A. Popovici,

Road of writing ,,,.

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I write, so I can not forget my loneliness road in life ! When your life is reading books all day !. Do you know what's gonna happen if you love to much the books,  you will wake up and they will make your dream come true someday ?! I want to be there where the books are and dream of magic !!! Did you feel the pain of books ? When the pain is so big I write and give everythig that I have in me ! I can not show you my true feelings because I like to play with words . Poetry of a season isn't a happiness if you don't dream it ! When you don't have ideas,  you make them with what you have like the art that is inside you ! Writing is all that a writer can have sometimes in life ! I write because that's the real me, just the way I am . Writing is joy and sadness to ...but , Words are not trash .

                                          - A. A. Popovici,

Tomorrow, because !.,

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Let me love you tomorrow because today it is to late .
I'm dancing alone the waltz of this life !
Do you look for something that may come as your miracle in life ?
I'm not pretty or to cute for a boyfriend !
Beautiful clouds, cold autumn, where I will meet my lonely sky ?
I'm too old for dreams come true .,
I don't know how to make fun of a situation !
What hope do you have for people like me ?
The gift from a wish is when it becomes true ,.
He looks like autumn colors in my eyes !
--- Maybe, I ask to much of you Lord ?
--- I think so, you ask to much !
--- So, I will stop my prayers now ?
 --- I think you should stop, now !
Sometimes, you just choose to love and to dream like a wish in clouds !
When was the last time you saw a shadow, because it may tell you how long is your life ?
Don't believe all that you hear until you see it !
Sometimes, even the mirror is lonely because it shows the way I am !
Where is the fall without you in it ?
When grow means death !.
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Prieten de toamnă !

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Mi-au murit speranțele în mine însămi . Nu există moarte fără bucuri și nici vise mari atunci cănd nu ai credință ! Oare cum are liniștea în naivitatea lui ? Durerea este cea mai puternică armă în schimbarea unei vieți ! Groaza dureri întotdeauna va fi o inimă veche ! Îmi vei rămane un prieten de toamnă ce totuși , în lumina unei sclipiri aievea vis . Mi-sa obișnuit inima în bătăile lente alei iubirii inexistente încă , am de împărțit o dragose și un drum de urmat ...care poate niciodată nu te va chema în pragul ei ! Obosită îmi este o ființă ce mai are dorințe și speră în toamna frunzelor căzute . Puterea mi-se pierde în șoaptele ce deschid zăvorul unei uși nevăzute ! Aici rămâne fereastra dimineții ca vântul ce nu anunță boarea reveniri , pentru că te așteaptă iubitul vieții eterne . Dacă exiști undeva , vezi să vi pentru că stacojiul te va întampina în ființa mea !? Să descopăr misterul unui foșnet de frunze unde lumea mea se desface în bucăți mici de inimă crăpată . Universul tău …

. .. din mine

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Lasă-mă să te iubesc mâine pentru că azi este târziu . Nu mai știu să cred în speranța nădejdi ! Ca briza unui vânt așa este cuvântul lui Isus ! Când știi ce vrei de la viață doar atunci vei fi o binecuvântare pentru alți ! Liniștea cu Dumnezeu este izvorul unei nesecate iubirii ! Nu îți irosi mântuirea pe lucruri de nimic . Speranțele Lui în bătaia nebună după sufletul tău sunt ca iubirea veșnică a inimii ce așteaptă ! Mai visează ființă ce dorești călătoria amurgului . Exist într-un loc bizar ce taina sufletului o despică . Valul mării zvârcolește târzia liniște, acel suspin ! Flămândă îmi este boarea vieții Doamne, oare așternutul rugăciuni va mângâia durerea zbuciumată a minți mele ? El și tu ești sensibil atâta vreme cât timpul a oprit în loc freamătul aspru al înghețului . Aștern propoziți neterminate pentru că vreau să cred că dincolo de cuvinte există ceva măreț de iubit ! Mi-se cutremură în mine prietenia dulce ce am dorit-o ca pe un drum melodios . Undeva atunci, tu vei fi d…

Self- art .

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Nature and travel are my only dream in life of art ! Art of myself are the feelings that I can not tell in words ! I write alone about every photo that, I find in my walk in this life ! Sometimes, art is spooky. When writing is all that remains to me. I just have a dream, I don't know what is gonna come next ! Thinking is a history that is in your head, like numbers of math ! What is a feeling that words can't put it in white- black ? Art is more than the way the paint is, it's like the face of what your soul feels ! Black is a history of something that a memory can not forget what was in time ! What is a photo without a memory ? Or pain without a forgetfulness ? The lost memory of a photo . In  my loneliness I will stay because it's like a book without feelings and words ! The old art is like a painting, it sorrows your soul . When books are all that I have ! Pretty and art sometimes, are the same things . Writing is joy and sadness to . Photography is the art of our…