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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,

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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,