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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 will be exhausted by your day of - workout -
only the world that knows now?
Big women these days are so ugly - is that what you really think about them?
- when even they have a beautiful soul waiting to become just a beating of one men's heart!
Ya, go on the thing you always drive!
Your life will eventually become a mess, and your family will be so far away from you.

I think,,, a man should love his wife the way she is because she's fragile ,
This is a real men who loves every girl or woman !
That is really a lifestyle for a woman . . .


                                                                       - A. A. Popovici,


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Florile pastelate .,

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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,