A wanderer !

 

Why do you look for love ?

Why do you need it in your life ?

Why do you look for a good name or family ?

And not just someone simple ?

Do you know what is love ?

Do you know it's meaning ?

Do you feel it how it should be ?

Love is only a wanderer !

Isn't it ?! .

- A. A. Popovici,

An Error ?.,

 

An error i am?
Why not?
You got someone,
I don't .?

I'm not waiting you,
Go in your way!
Don't come back,
Gray is my life.

I won't smell your heart
But you must promise that...
It may be the end of me.
In many ways of time.

Let me the way i am
Nothing more you can do!
Break me into pieces,
Like the way you were.



                                   - A. A. Popovici,

Friendship & magic ?

don't talk with me about friends
because everyone it is -
just for itself in life .
i don't like friends only with special occasions .
because it doesn't mean true friendship- anyway .
don't try to become my friend just
because the way i look and only
because you have a little pity for me !
if you really want to be my friend
be a cute one . . .
i don't like fake people so don't be one of them !
when a friend bitten you it's really an advice that
you need to stop your friendship with that person .
i don't need friends only to pretend to be my friends .
just because i'm different and i need hope !
longing is my deepest friend somewhere in time !
friendship and magic ?...............

- A. A. Popovici,

Somehow in me ?

Do i have any hope?
Too ,many days without you.
Somehow in me?
Where are you my spring?
Painting art on you.
Green look, friday love.
Blue walk cute friend.
In spring i hide.
Smell of a place.
My dreams are hidden.
Somewhere you are, nop?
Tonight i look view dream.
Cute dinner for you.
Touch of you.
Travel desire warm room.
Lonely spring sun art.
Men who read are cute.
What should i do with you?
Night out that look.
Yellow flowers lost april day.
To be yours elegant boy!
Sometimes, morning is so lonely.
Longing to dream it.
It's raining without you here.,
In your photo i become yours.
Can i find you in this big world?
Miss our smile together.
It was saturday love.
Long a go i saw your smile!
Cute place with you and a cat.
Love story in a book,
Should be only like that?
Where shall i go?
Felt a dream.
It may be you there?
Listen to morning song.
Too forget you friday.

Walk art spring.
Fiction book.
Messy hair.
Books are friends.
Somewhere like this...
The life i dream it.
Feel it thinking.
Wolf song sweet.
It's just a dream.

Red felt ,work day yummi taste.
Out together in love!
Sweet donuts -eat with a friend.
Day work outfit...
Green feeling places of the heart.
In love but with who?
Girl thinking time of coffee and me alone.
Happy me ,vintage true love!
Do you feel the weekend coming?!
Today style -street almost.

Time to wake up girl.
Elegance of sunday.
Fantasy of a child.
Women things.
Happy ending.

We talk too Japan- Sakura!
Too where?
Sweet time ,art.
Too see you ,feel like.
It feels like home.
Spring outfit only dreams.

Girl style boy outfit.
View ,missing you.
Delicate pink breath.
It felt like reading.
Men fashion friday.
Here simple life.
Ootd classic kiss sun.
Today date night.
Color pastel planets.
Dreaming of flowers.
Love weekend spring.
White elegance embrace.
Friend , lazy , be yourself.
Place true family.
Monday attitude.




                                - A. A. Popovici,

Why you should hide;

Your dreams
Your feelings
Your hopes
Your moods
Your darkness
Your breaths
Your desires
Your thinking
Your downs
Your real you ?!


What really is yours ?
It is a time when black is good in our lives,
so now it's my time .


                      - A. A. Popovici,

sick people make me lough .,

it's funny how people make me lough about life. when they are sick they give thanks for everything to God but before that, they are something and don't care for others. they say; thank you Lord for sleeping in the bed, for my hands that can take the spoon and the mouth can eat. but, before that day comes all they think is that they deserve everyday to live happily ever after!

why you deserve to smile?
and i not ?!...

for me it was something normal to be like this in a wheelchair. to think; you can't never do that and that, all day i must be happy never to be sad. instead of others life is just a joy, that never ends.

maybe~ it's how life is nop?
or it goes like this !?.



- A. A. Popovici,

My end.

every girl has a story that
only she can tell alone to herself.
even blind love can feel the lonely
heart and it want to breath like
a normal couple.

we must find that Hope!
love is cute like a juice.

i never was like others girls.
yet so, i dream and i desire
like everyone else.
so, what is wrong with me?
i was, i, and still i,
alone will be forever.
you were there but i wasn't.
i'm afraid of my end
without love...

it is a sin to desire to be a woman?
to be loved by a warm man?
only a man can make you a woman.
it's that all what you really
wish in life?

family is just another
love story for me that
will never happen it.
family is an art of two people
the family i dream it
family is true love
of a man and a woman
family is a hiding place
like a home that warm
the heart !!!

home is the heart of a woman,
it is where she can love what she have.
what is true love if not to be yourself
a blessing to someone?
the way back home is
always your family.
family is everything in this life!




                            - A. A. Popovici,

i know i .

i see what you don't see
i understand what you never will understand it .
i feel you what you don't feel it
i believe what you can not believe .
i fall down easy when you raise up
i breathe the air that you can't break it .
i need hope when you don't
i know i need it .


But who cares it ?
Maybe i have big dreams then you .
So, what ?! ...



- A. A. Popovici,

Let Him .,

Let Him, know that you are too yourself and not to him .
Let Him, be the one but alone in his walks .
Let Him, go in the wind that soon will bloom without love .


Let Him, be a part of what he is but never a part of you .
Let Him, wait in spring that you are still waiting and stop .
Let Him, scream in darkness but not in the light .


Let Him, hear the song but never sing too you .
Let Him, be a burden of his dreams and you shall dream forever alone .
Let Him, whisper but in his ears not too your soul .


Days without flowers are sad .
Let Him, Let it be, But in loneliness forever spring ...

- A. A. Popovici,

Poetry

 i'm a poetry girl ?
- what are you?
who knows, huh !?
- you tell me?
only boys writes poetry.
- how come so?
well, they are LovE to us- girl !
- haha, that's a good one.!
hope to see that love,
as you say so one day, boy !!
- if you trust love it may come to you?
it may be so ...

kind of a writing girl .
i need emotions to write a book.



- A. A. Popovici,                                                                                           

Povara unui colind •

Simt ca o povară colindul vostru ce doar iearna mă vizitează
și tot anul nici unul nu mă cunoaște în colțul din spate al biserici .
Grupuri și iar grupuri de colindători,
un flirt de priviri vă sunt vizitele și apoi plecați mai departe cu un pas spre prăpăd !
Spart vă este sunetul melodiiei ce nu străpunge zarea inimii .
O repetiție ne-reușită vă este cântecul melancolic ce nu dă nici un randament .
Și tot așa continuați pâna la sfârșitul anului .
Jertfiți pe altarele zeilor o plăcere a sufletului vostru !


                       - A. A. Popovici,

Christmas like an idol•

Lights are shining: tall trees, lot of food, this is like holidays! To many friends around and carols like a joy. In our churches we have concerts like all people, we even look like the all world. And it's the most wonderful time of the year we say, family time. Did you reserved a photo shoot this year? Even our children we dress them up like a deer. Did Jesus brought to the world something like this? He had come to our world to give His life and to serve us. You live like the all world and all the world is in your heart, but there is no Jesus in your thoughts. He, even said this; don't be like the world, be a difference! Christmas is like an idol you have to try to be a little good like usual with people in this time of the year. Where says in the Bible we should have a tree in our home with lot of little lights? From where do you know that Jesus likes -christmas- the way you spend it and you forget the true meaning of this time of the year? You have a tree in your home but where is the son of God? He looks at us and it is so sad to see us forgetting Him the true joy of our lives... He says; my people has forgot about me and the love with I loved them! I do not want sacrifices from my people just the obedience of my word. Where is the heart of my christians? They think that I like their holidays like this? To you heart, to you soul, and to you being; the work of my hands!

 Soon, I will come and how I will find you?.

We think that all is good what we do and we also hope for more better!! 

But, we all are so wrong.

I know it's christmas time and you say; 

I want to do something for Jesus and then when all is well done... 

the mind of yours just whisper like that softly: 

let all people with their pain and 

that's all for this christmas you done a good job yeee!!! 

Merry Christmas to you all.

- A. A. Popovici, 

O mică bucurie a sezonului•

Și ,la sfârșit toți uită de ei. Doar de sărbători ne mai amintim de o mică bucurie. 

O mandarină dăruită va rămâne tot ceea ce își vor aminti în melodia uitări bătrâne. 

Vreau să știu unde este dragostea care încălzea inima bătrână? 

Colinde rătăcite în pași de zăpadă se aud. 

E sărbătoare doar pentru unii și ceilalți așteaptă la fereastra 

drumului puțin luminată în zarea rece. 

Unde este sărutarea cea dulce a sufletului atins de Isus? 

Nu vă întoarceți doar cu rămășița sărbători! 

Nu știți că puțină vă este vremea binecuvântată? 

Ne întoarcem în pământul cel rece cu fărâma nimicirii. 

Voia Lui o faceți doar de față frumoasă și inima vă este rea! 

În suflet vă sunt scrise bucuriile pe care ați putut să le faceți 

și timpul a fost un simplu gând fugar și mărginit în așteptarea ochilor bătrâni. 

Minciuni vă este prietenia pe care o arătați doar la crăciun, ~ de sărbători.. .

- A. A. Popovici,