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Her feelings ...

don't be just a mask feeling without it . dreaming girl , lonely with her feelings .

why , am i  sadness  like a  morning  without  breath ?,

did i felt empty  inside  my soul ?!

i look in to you  the breeze  kisses me like  a dream of you ,.

maybe you miss me  even when i don't  burden of the heart ?

it might be too late  for the air of my breath  in time like this  no magic for me !

you in a photo  where do i look ? may i see you someday ?. blue clouds in you .

- A. A. Popovici,
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Blue shouted .?

i may not be
yours but ,
i'm everywhere
in the wind ...

Like a bird
Be your own

words hidden in me ,
i become crazy -
without them .

my blue shouted ?
why i exist in it ?!
warm of my fear ,
it felt dark .

- A. A. Popovici,

Flying clouds .

When the shadows of death comes for your soul, where do you think you will go !?
You breath until time stops but, then you just go and walk in hell or heaven .
So simple is life, like that !
The steps of your breath and life is short, it is so little life-
what good you will choose to do with it ?. . .
Some people breathe the air when others live the shadow of death,
they dream of they own soul .
Freedom- sometimes,
it's so hard to let go of someone you truly loved in life !
Clouds are flying in sorrow of our lives till
we meet again in kisses of the sun with an embrace of love .
Farewell all of you !

- A. A. Popovici,

Crooked love .

— What did you expect?  — Treat you like a princess?  — Well yes, kind of but.  — Haha, did you forget?  — You're on four wheels!  — Dear, you are a crooked love.  — Still waiting!   — Lol, I did really forget that!  — Anyway, dreams are dreams- no?  — Perhaps, who knows?  — True love, I think it is only for normal people.  — Hmm, I think you're right!  — At trash with your love of seeing it.  — Weak or strong it is your heart?  — Really?  — I must say I don't know!  — That's to bad, you see.  — I feel you're just playing a around...  — Pain it has many forms.   — Stop chasing love!  — Because in life there isn't such thing.  — Boys like us are sweet like a pancakes!   — And still weak like a flower.  — You may see it like a fairytale but it isn't like that!  — Don't take this like a hit on you.  — But, just stop dreaming little girl!  — Feelings are the window that never will open for you. 

- A. A. Popovici,

Details and friends !

All your friends say that they're your true friends but, they forget you even in the little details, haha ! They say I will pray for you but they think only of their blessing. No one is so close as they say they are- friends ! Hope only in yourself and God from the sky. Choose always your true friends because they can hurt your soul and heart ! It is okay to not have friends in life. Forever~ it really means that you are alone, trust me ! The journey of life it is so many times and always, just with you alone. There will be moments that you will think your life is without love and you wonder if there is no one for you there waiting for you ! Ya, let me tell you that there is no one waiting for you but, Jesus is. Deep in the darkness of your friends He is there waiting for you with true love ! Live in his true friendship. Disappointment is life and happy as well without friends ! I believe He loves me but for me there is no love. 

 If dreams come true for you, it doesn…

Înghit bucuriile !

Ași vrea să înghit natura întreagă cu ale ei bucurii ! Și să mă las de durerile mele verzi . Nu îmi doresc albastrul cerului ca pe o furtună liniștită ci ca pe un uragan ce distruce pace inimii, o doresc ! Voi putea să îmbrățișez respirația ta în bătaia rece de vânt ? Inima îmi este mică așa cum firele de iarbă sunt și apoi, se înnalță ca ramurile unui vis ireal . Rămâi aici,,, strigă un arici -ce aleargă târziu în dorința spre un înnalt al sufletului ! Pășesc în agonia dragostei și mă desprind în zumzetul trist al culorilor vi . Am să prind în speranța unui râu învolburat ce așteaptă apropierea unei ființe ! Oh, tu Iubire- ce va rămâne de tu nu ai exista ? Un sunet și apoi un freamăt de copil îmi sunt toate frământările . Florile le-ai atinse de primăvara ta și eu din mine simt atingerea ușor pastelată ! Dulce îmi vei fi melodie îndepărtată deși mereu îți aud glasul chemându-mă încetișor . La revedere ! Te voi revedea dincolo de suspinul cenușiu al șirurilor de noi . Adio, bunătate …

Somehow ...

Great art comes to deep pain of my soul  and it has a voice inside me like a kiss of rain ! If I don't write I can not breath . I have always like spooky things because  I understand the pain hidden so deep inside ! In my hands I hold my own spring , like the dreams that I never can dream it . Sometimes, magic is the deepest darkness ! 

How can I forget my words ? Flowers are my feelings . Spring is a walk in pain ! Sometimes, life is just a toy . My hands are without hope . Alone is my music . Only the time seems to be old to me , That's to late now !. Somewhere, in my own poetry ! 
Music is felt without seeing it . I cry in blood of my own joy . 

Somehow, I felt no love in the road that I walked  . . . . . . 

- A. A. Popovici,