Talk -HE

My life is so dark
And why is so hard ?
To find the answer ?!

I want to write my own song
To dance my own path in life
I dream the impossible
Like everyone else .

No place so dark
To lonely and i hide .

Out of love ,no hope any more
I run without my feet like jellyfish
I swallow the dirty of pain
To easy to have a sky in it .

Maybe when i die i will become a great writer !
My rood will end like the pen on a book .
I will look but i will be nowhere to be found ...

A talk with the HE-
His style is art .



                                      - A. A. Popovici,

Nature feels ...

classic love with the little she.
the sun is love with a gift like this.
play with your little one like the blue love.
when you smile like a little kid life is full of happiness.
a big family is always an amazing gift from- blue sky.
room with kids are always full of love.
don't try to destroy the joy of a little heart-
just be a good person for him.
the warm of a mother is so sweet like a candy taste.
i wish to walk with someone in this life
like a little girl with her dad.
it's a wonder what a woman really feels when she
holds the gift from heaven and the man she loves the most.
why do nature feels like a child in your hands?


                    - A. A. Popovici,

Path of a feeling!.

Smell of nature in you like a walk of a breath.
Silence in a book with a view, a green feeling.
Where do i look for you, in woods of love?.
Do i really have friends, somewhere?.
Waiting alone in a warm touch!.
Will, i ever can kiss you in my whole life or-
is just a desire that i keep inside of me?.

Somewhere where i can feel it alone.
The dream with you it can be the train of dreams.
And do where can i find something that there is not?.
Dinner on water and then kiss him.
The look of nature is like fashion in you.
Such a joy is life and it looks quite like a fashion week.

Somehow, i felt it but not like all people.
It's better to have a friend god then a human friend.
The adventure of love is for normal people.
To hold your own happiness is like to live a life of true love.
Music is the path of happy feelings in a rainy day.

I hide myself in photos that are not mine like the body that's not pretty.
I write down under them the feelings that are too shy to be told about me.
Why it's a feeling so hard to put in words like a desire that i have?.
How cute it is to feel such a feeling?.



                               
                                - A. A. Popovici,

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,

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,