View the answer ,.

well, in loneliness they say;
oi, you should and must love yourself!
hoy, what's with that stupid answer?
huh, if you don't like the way you look-
just see others in this world
- different people- .

for some people there is no magic
only the good view of others in life.
the dreams may be there somewhere
but never come true for them.

sorry, but i'm not interested.
i don't like when people all that they
dream is a good life and lots of money in this life.
or, to many people in this days cheat
on others people when it comes to money.

it's like the first photo you have taken
it's like the first shout of yourself.
life it's like that sometimes
it's classic view ,
you can't change who you are.
it's so gray and black!

why; isn't an answer so don't ask?
who cares about my dream?
view your own answer in life.



some people take it to easy with
words like this; i'm your friend and
i love you or i will be there for you
when you will need me.
Haha, don't make me lough and
also don't tell me stuff like this.



                                  - A. A. Popovici,

Oi, what ,,, ?

What, what ,,, ?
Move -move before you fall !
Ya ! Don't stop thinking .
Take your steps and dance -
The dance you never think you
Can do it ... !
I won't stop missing you ,
Even if it will be my last one .
Just like that- help !
From zero is nothing- i know !
But what if ,is nothing at all in the end ?
We are lonely souls in this world of stars .
Hey you there !
You're quite pretty girl .
Happiness is yours just take one step .
Blind is the jealousy of the heart !
Try your best too find your home-
Because there is where you really belong .
Sugar is so sweet but it's also a-
Destroyer that is after your breath !
No exit calm down or you will be in fire .
Oi, i will steal your feeling in a kiss !
Fight for the blue moon ,
Or else the queen will lose the dream .
In all is a incomparable night-
Perfect -beautiful melody .
Honestly your ready or not ?,
Burn up- burn •



                                    - A. A. Popovici,

Fericirea a plecat !

Boala urăște dragostea
O detestă ca pe un microb,
Ce se zbate ca o iluzie
Atât e durata ei de durere .

Niciodată nu așteaptă
Un suflet diferit,
Doar acei normali merită totul .

Galbel îi este răsăritul
Al cărui liniște nu o auzi,
Atât sumbră cât și adâncă este
Și ce așteptare mai are ?

La sfârșit totul este
Un vis urât și atât,
Timpul unei ființe depărtate .

Se duce și dispare întunericul
Celui mai greu răsuflu,
A unei inimii plecate
Umbra luminei de la fereastra sufletului !

Pentru tot deauna este trecut
Minciuna adâncă a omului de pământ,
Ce a răsărit și nu mai există !

Și așa moare înneștiință
Spațiu și timp este memoria,
O minte necunoscută de nimeni
În poza fiecărui moment .



                                 - A. A. Popovici,

Stuck in fantasy -tragedy .,

 A chapter of awhile.
Stuck in me alone.
My fantasy my tragedy.
Beauty is fragile.
An inner look is so sad.
In this era fall in love.
Into deep loneliness.
One chance to love.
Certain way, of letting go.
Of break we spoke.
Dance to your cosmic life.
Terrible is my dust.
Normal are all bodies but mine?
Fated are only some people in life.
Sense of inevitability i felt.
Into friendship is no true love.
That's why i don't feel it?
I cross the limit of my mind.
Who is kept like a lover.

Finding the only breath that i lost.
No longer there am i?
Spotlight is my life even no one sees me___
Never enough is -tell me one time just.
In the mirage of life the look is there.
Ask to the mind again.
The answer that the soul has forgotten.



                   - A. A. Popovici,