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My travel lover !

I won't see my blessings and hopes because I don't have any dreams or a strong faith by myself ! They say: two are better than one but, what if there will be no two, ever ? What are my dreams, do I have any dreams ? I know that single people lose their hope but, they dream of something anyway ! Only normal people can dream of a true life ! I could have a feeling that even the heart, stops in time like a thought ? Travel, is a scary dream, that most of us are afraid of dreaming it ! They say: wait God's will but, what if God's willl never will be ??? The pain that I don't say is my best friend ! The target is here in your mind it can affect your emotions like the waves of the sea ! But, my mind and heart still whispers to God even when it has no hope ! Some princess don't have a dad, that's why they can't dream about a prince ! What is loneliness without existing ? I feel the sky in such loneliness but, why ? Maybe next time death will be my friend . Even if I wish to love someone, I think there is no one to love me ! And even again if you want there isn't, stop dreaming of it like a travel happiness ! She and her crazy dreams of traveling, like a book that no one reads it ! We are so old sometimes for love but, time is everything in God's will !... When our blessings depends on an umbrella of rain drops ! You must swallow your soul to find happiness in the deepest shadow of your little pieces of waiting your mind that it may come one day in your way, like a travel gift ! Wind of summer look, I am a lonely girl but,, I'm good even I don't know why .! I can not choose what I can not dream ! Two galaxy in the night and it was sun in my hair wind ! Oh my soul, faith is not your loneliness ! There is not someone for all of us ! It was a night when I missed the heaven ! Night should always be warm and quiet even when you are alone ! It is too late for blessings ! And you are gone like the last breath that was so sweet , His voice and words was in you like a blessing from heaven for me ! Summer is like a sweetcorn, when you taste and eat it... it has no more life in it ! There is hope when you don't have faith ! If the last will end in a next way to love, hmmm ? Summer end is the beginning of sometning good !.




                                                                                   - A. A. Popovici,

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- A. A. Popovici,

Green writer.

In time with my books.  In time with my thoughts. In time with my desires. In time with my sadness. In time with my writing. In time with my dreaming. In time with my plants. In time with my darkness.


In time with my lost hopes. In time with my sad piano -melody. In time with my waiting...  In time with my travel, feelings.


In time is my window door!


In time with my shadows. In time with my lover. In time with my thinking. In time with my happiness. In time with my words. In time with my loneliness.


All that I desire, All my dreams, All my hopes, Are in time for me!


I’m a green writer! In time with my own poetry! In time with my library of books.



                           - A. A. Popovici,

Morning year !

Scent of a man.
Art of a room.
It was lonely.
Happy new year is home.
Last feelings inside!
Be your own kind of fashion.
Friday cat friend.
Cappuccino outfit color.
Newspaper look.
Mood of a feeling.
Art without o feeling.
Touch of a word.
An hello of a good morning year!
Warm season is just you.
Wishing of you to be here.
Morning is a loneliness day.
Two hearts are alone.


- A. A. Popovici,