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The poem within me .

The look of memory returns to us like a warm crying ~softly .
The loving of the ones you truly miss is like a breath of the last dance .
They only remain in your soul like a mirror in time .
The passion of art it is in you like a sound of cello .
The whisper it sounds like a melody that only you can hear it .
The family that you left it, behind you~ they still yelling on you in your heart that they are with you, alone .
The history is just the past that you forgot it within time .
The pain it is there with you in a lonely place, waiting for you .
The tears are the diamonds you drop down in the dust~
it will soon come like a blink of an eye .
The disappear of your memory will let you all in loneliness which is like your own shadow .
The future it isn't there anymore and the worry of life is always there for me~
beside me as the last joy of a dream .
My last poem will be without words in it, only my feelings will die within me .




- A. A. Popovici,

Remember. . .

Did you feel it ?
Like the wind
Warm in the green ?
It felt like feelings
Who knows why ?
For I lonely girl
Dirty is the heart ?
Air of the woods
An adventure of mountains ?
Flowers are my dust
Do you fear love ?
It may come like a help
Where's your hope ?
Remember the last joy.



- A. A. Popovici,

Tăcere .

Tăcut îți este verdele , Frunzișul liniștit al pădurii , Îți aud surâsul pașilor tăi , De ce exiști tăcere ? Unde îți este sfârșitul ? Rămâi în umbra arămie ?


Foșnetul îmi este un freamăt , Tandru îți vor fii poemele , Ce s-e răsfrâng o armonie , Acolo, îmi sunt salvate durerile ? În șoapta ceea sumbră a unui glas ? Pentru ce rămân doar eu singură ?


Împlinește-mi ceea ce este niciodată , Tremurândă îmi e vlaga din mine , Sufocant sunt piesele din pazălul vieții , Ascunse sunt singurătățile inimii ? Cine cunoaște rămășița ta ? Real va fi ceea ce nu este ? 

- A. A. Popovici,

O rugăciune arămie !.

S-au ascuns sufletele printre razele de ruină în ale bisericilor căldură ce doar o rămășiță de liniște sunt ! Toți predicați foarte bine și chinuiți sufletul omului cu poverile pe care nici voi măcar nu le puteți duce până la capăt . Ne învățați să ne plecăm capetele și să spunem un - amin ,gol ce rămâne fără glas în trecerea anilor vieții noastre ! Rugăciuni sfărâmate ne este credința , și totuși sperăm în unitatea dragostei adevărate . Și voi păstorilor duceți făclia duhurilor ne curate în casa Tatălui Ceresc , de ce tăiați calea inimilor ce duce la cer durerea ? Numai El știe ce nimeni nu vede ! Vorbele ucid ființa ce stă în spatele singurătăți . Bani și viața voastră de bună dimineața cafeluța mea , vă conduc la mândrie furând Slava Celui Sfânt ! Muntele cel înnalt strigă că ajutorul vă vine doar din Duhul Adevărului nemânjit și nepătat de umbra voastră . Deschideți ușa celor ce urlă durerea dreptăți și tăceți în paginile Cuvântului Lui ! Într-un mare necunoscut ridicați Casa Celu…

Know why ?. . .

If life was always a travel road
I will smile like a child and songs of birds
I felt in my lonely walk on this world !


++> Two is better than one. <++
Like in the bible they say,
But, what if for that person++
It isn't at all or never will be ?
What you say then !!?.


Black is nothing special
It has no feelings and
It's so dark in your soul ,
The only thing that shows
Is your deep pain in life .


You don't need friends .
Know why ?. . .
Because,
They talk with you only
When they need a prayer or
Someone to listen on their problems .,


Dreaming on the streets .
Back to my old feelings again .
Thinking of what I may do alone .




- A. A. Popovici,

It's fall soon ,.!

i don't look like others girls ...
so, take your time off !
just think of your pretty one .


miracles,
they're not for everyone ?
no magic for me ?
afraid of my own breath .
your prayers are broken !


find the heart .
no words i may say to you .


i let my feet in dust
but like a hit down
you smile at me crazy !
then flowers disappear .


every sunday i go alone
i listen to His word
nothing- is never for me .


burdens are my joy in sky
i hurt in a soul that's no
breathe any more by herself .


you stay in the rain
i can't ever dance with you !
haha, life is cute ya ?.


i have forgot the tune of my life .,
you don't wish to hear my poetry ,
it's all that my heart have .


when i have no dreams
my style is just black .
a work of art is a soul ,.
it's fall soon ,,,
without a pray in my being !




- A. A. Popovici,

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,

Blue shouted .?

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


Weep,
Like a bird
Be your own
madness.,


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,

Dreamer girl .

Life is like a melody ,
You must sing it but ,
If you don't sing it right ...
It's gonna hurt you !
The last spring walk .


You must be ,
You must be ...
There life !
I see amazing things for you ahead but for me ,
Oh , for me ...
Only darkness and great dust !


Old feelings .
A green book .
A single prayer .
Books are friends .
Walk in love .
Dark hair is a word .
Tulips are fragile .
Feel the breath !


Home is art that you write .
Grow in your own style !
Life like a typewriter .
Kiss the art and paint me !
A dreamer girl with a camera .



- A. A. Popovici,

Fir de prieteni .,

Cu câtă înverșunare își apără pocăiții păcatele și le țeasă în ascuns ca un fir de ață, apoi, se osândesc singuri de faptele lor ! Sufletul absoarbe în ascuns ceea ce tu nu îi dăruești ! De ce, ești așa perseverent într-un viciu al tău, o plăcere și cu Dumnezeu nu ești ? Am să stau în spatele biserici și voi privi la toți cum viața v-a trece frumos pe lângă ei dar, pentru mine nu va trece niciodată !? Tânjesc al întâlni pe drumul de ieri pe cel ce inima îmi dorește ! A crede în ceea ce ai cerut este a aștepta în tăcerea liniștită a respirației . Eu sunt cuvintele ce nimeni nu le rostește în șoapta primăverii ., Valurile mării îmi vor fi adevărate bucurii ce prietenii nu îmi sunt și briza v-a îndepărta paginile de carte ! Un fir de prietenie-., Prietenii sunt doar o minciună un abur, ce se evaporă cu timpul ! Mă întreb când secretele vor rămâne doar rușinea unei prieteni .? Îmi șterg visele pictate cu pensula ochilor ce nu se vor împlini niciodată ! Este mai de folos să îmi pierd năde…

Kiss~ paint books!

Sometimes, I wonder what spooky things I write
and what it is in my head that is like a bliss ?!
When I have a book that can travel I stay still to the end of my breath !
Paint and kiss the books in a library, search your lover in their words .
I don't like people to see my work I get scared of them but, why ?
Together is love like a place that I dream in colors of a sweet smell !
If you read a book you will travel with your own thoughts far away !
Sometime, friendship is being alone with yourself .
I'm not much of a writer but, this is the breath that I breathe !
People that all the time are writing they thoughts are really spooky !
But, that is the real thing about poetry no ?
Because, if I don't write I can not breath ,,,
I don't expect people to understand me but, this is me, somehow !
You know, art comes to the deepest pain of me !
Books are my only green friends and the lover of my life, forever alone !




- 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,

Blessing or ?.

Don't say a blessing or something to someone if
you don't believe it comes true for that person !
First love yourself and only then be with someone you love !.
I like hard stuff because they are shocking to the eyes and heart .,
Even my face will remain only a paint of someone .
How worst it is a book without a lover, it can be strange to the heart .?
I write my soul in pieces that don't exist !
My time never will come so, I don't wait for it !
When I'm lost in my thoughts and all seems so green !
Maybe my dreams will fly like a plane but,
till then I still dream of my dust dreams .
Art is the photography that you make with your own life .
Do I really need to be normal to travel the world ?
I like to have boys like friends because they are cute !
Life is like a friendship, it ends when you stop to breathe it !
With to much learning you must always take care
because you don't know when your soul will fall in darkness !
One day,
even travel will be so blue like …

Never had ,...

- No love for me? - Ah, not today. - There is no love? - Nop, haha!

Art is a color . Poetry of words is my true lover .  A burden is waiting . Flowers in boots,  And sun in summer sea !. When you smile life is like an anime ! What is a woman ? Always kiss me in spring, I imagine my friend . Do I really believe ?., I’m giving up on my dreams ! Black road of the sky is dark green ! Dark mirrow of two, I have no feets ! Music tells you that you are fine ! 
What is art of a place ? Women love like a pet . I see the sea without you . Where is my flower boy ? Spring is fragile like tulips . Fashion is nothing without you . Dream about your fairy tale ! Pastel love is a spring kiss !  Listen your heart in a quiet place !

I never had, I never will ...  


- A. A. Popovici,

Workout girl- oh boy !

Where is the intimasy of family, the relationship with children ?
So many family are broken when it comes:
about how you look at you- to many weight on you .!
Why, you don’t like the way you where born ?
And you become a burden of your own desires !
You say it is a choice but, it is a choice to be a good woman;
to carry a baby in your belly,
to care for your husband when he don’t care for yourself,
to be a mom and to love God, to dream about your family ?!
What is really a choice in life ?!,.
Sometimes, I wonder... where are the women of God ?
I’m not saing, that it is not good to take care of your body but,
in the way that everybody knows what you are doing ?
Even dancing is a way for women’s of God
and we say that all is good and better in the face of God ?!
What will learn your children when they are all grow up ?
Did you think about that because, they will do exactly what you did ?.
When was the choice of the Bible in your family ?
Have you ever thought that,
even you husband wil…

Art spring !

Spring without magic like summer with no love . Nothing special comes from nothing !

I’m a girl who likes to play with words so, I write crazy words !  Life of a book is yourself life and the breath of your own soul !  What really will be I don’t know but,  I only dream that will be magic someday for me to !  I love to write my mind because it doesn’t know from where  it comes or where it goes the words but my heart knows it .  I write my soul in the song that never I will sing !  Am I a art girl who dream about the dreams that aren’t a life, yet ?  ! When I have a book that can travel I stay still to the end of my breath !  I was a girl there, in a book with my open dreams that never will travel !  Sometimes,  I wonder what spooky things I write and what it is in my head that is like a bliss ?!  Art is a color like when you write your soul with a word .



- A. A. Popovici,

Fragile pet !

I’m to old so, I don ‘t believe in love .  Who, will come find me in the way I am ?  She is alone on her own in this journy of love .  When you don’t have a heart ,what you really do ?  Even the time is running out of breath in the night .  I don’t believe it~ perhaps or maybe, it is the same for me ?  Life it is like a menu you look for it and when you have find it you taste it,  if it taste bad or good you still have to eat it~ that’s the rule of a menu !  Women wait for a man’s love like a pet because they are fragile !  Without dreams are my heart and soul, what to do ?.,


- A. A. Popovici,

Suflet profund .

Unde, voi întâlni primăvara cu acele petale roșiatice a inimii de floare?  Scrisul este iubitul meu paginele lui sunt delicate  și înbibate cu parfumul din el ce dorește dragostea mea .!  M-am săturat să ascult fericirile altora și pe a mea niciotată să nu o ascult !  Toți murim cu o amintire în lumea în care am trăit doar noi singuri .  Poate că scriu din ceea ce nu există și ceea ce am visat și dorit~  ce nu îmi este dat să am în această viață .  Ce voi face când mâinile nu îmi vor mai putea așterne cuvintele sufletului meu  pe paginile uzate de suferința asteptări ?!  Sorbit de arșița plăcerilor îți lași sufletul aruncat în funile ce sfărâmă adânc !.,  Alți îți vor strânge fericirile pe care le-ai aștepta cu lacrimi de tristețe ce,  pentru tine niciodată nu s-au împlinit în această viață !  Sufletul este profund, l-ai ascultat vreodată ?.


- A. A. Popovici,

To black .,,

Night is black and my look is black! Love is black like pastel blue. Where is black Love?. To black to dream about it! . The road is so dark. Like black because it shows nothing. Black is no feelings in the heart!
Love is black, To black... Where black? Look for your black!

                                           - A. A. Popovici,

They say; I think:

They say;
- How come that you are still single?
I think:
- Maybe, it is because no one is there for me!
They say;
- And you plan on living like this always?
I think:
-Why not, I'm still me and no one else will change that.?
They say;
- Is that what you really want in life?
I think again:
- I dream of what it can't never become true!
They say;
- Did you pray enough to Him?
I think:
- In my darkness days I screamed to His love but, I stopped now!
They say;
- Sure, HE always is answer no--- because always it does?
I think again and again:
- Ya sure!! Only for some people He really does!...
They ask;
- Forever alone and believe so to be all your life?
I think and say:
- Don't ask again about the burden of my grave.



- A. A. Popovici,