Sunday, 25 February 2018

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,

Thursday, 22 February 2018

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,

Monday, 19 February 2018

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,

Saturday, 17 February 2018

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,

Sunday, 4 February 2018

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,

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