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Pădurea rătăcită .!

Mă zbat singură în gerul fulgilor de zăpadă .  Pentru ei sunt o încurajare, pentru mine cine este ?  Lasă-ți ca visele tale să plutească în aventura mării,  acel albastru aromatic .  Îmi place vârsta durerii mele !  Pădurea cu drumuri rătăcite și totuși .. Suspinul ei s-e aude în aburii cețoși și reci ai frigului târziu .  Numai mintea va simți plăcerile dragostei .  Și aștept, într-un vis demn de speranța din mine !  Drumul îmi este spinos în valea dureri .  Plutesc între inimă, durerea și pasul credinței ...!  Tu, îmi vei rămâne bucuria târzie a acelei întâlniri uitate  Ce, drumul nu-l voi găsi niciodată singură ... Amestec de bucurie în valea apelor, unde este briza inimii ?

                                    - A. A. Popovici,

Thousand stories .,

I can not dream about my future because I don't have one .  Writing is from the deepest pain of my soul ! Believe now but don't believe yet still ! Foggy and cold is my own heart . Why should I believe in my desire ?  One cup of bliss is an eternal loneliness !  A glimpse into me can tell you a thousand stories .  But not yet, all you see is true like pain !
                                - A. A. Popovici,

Perhaps or maybe ?

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 !.,

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 ,,,.

Writing is my lover, dreaming alone . I write, so I can not forget my loneliness road in life ! Your own fashion, write all you feel ? Mood is just you, art is yourself ?. 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 ! It was yesterday about a book that will be my only true lover friend! 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 …