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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,


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Florile pastelate .,

Florile inimii sunt pastelate ~primăvară asteptată .  Îmi plâng inima sfâșiată din mine ! Binecuvântările nu se spun doar se văd ! Poate că am crezut ce ai vorbit Tu dar. . .  Nu avea nici o formă plăcută ci dar se ascundea īn agonia vieții . Dacă viața ar fi o melodie dar, nu este ? Trebuie să trăiesc ca și cum nu ași exista .  Mi-ași fi dorit ce se dorește deși e târziu a mai aștepta un răspuns ! Pentru mine nu ai răspuns, totuși! Mi-am vazut visele spulberate în marea albastră- adâncă . Atunci când, bucuria devine reală viața este în culori vii pastelate și simți că respiri dragostea dulce a inimii !  Ce ași putea să îmi mai doresc și nu mi-am dorit în această viață ?!

- 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,