Arhivă | aprilie 2016

Yellow smile… / Zâmbet auriu


“There’s nothing more intimate in life
than simply being understood.
And understanding someone else.”
Brad Meltzer, The Inner Circle


“Yellow flowers are like physical manifestations of sunlight. I’m growing a garden of sunglasses just to help save eyesight and make the world a little bit cooler.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE


“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.”
David Levithan, Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List


“I don’t feel very much like Pooh today,” said Pooh.
„There there,” said Piglet. „I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Cioburi de soare… / Shards of light


cu urme de ceață pe talpă de gând pășesc pe cioburi de soare
respir anotimpuri arzându-mă blând cu murmur de umbre,
și doare

cu inima cer, pulsându-mi cuvinte, îmbrac cărare de zbor
unealtă fierbinte cioplindu-mi în minte.. adânc, frenetic,

cu degete calde și clopote reci străbat tărâmuri de tine
urc trepte de mine, cu zgomote seci, prin haos spre ritmuri

cu ochii închiși de valuri de frig inspir parfum și culoare
fâșii de căldură caut și strig, pășind printre cioburi
de soare


with smooth foggy fragments on soles of thought
I step on deep shards of light
I breathe in the seasons burning within, murmuring shadows
and night

my sky-grasping heart, quivering words,
is treading on steep paths of longing
…a sweltering tool carving its stool, well-rooted, wild
and throbbing

with fingers of fire and crisp sounding bells,
I roam on realms of you
I climb stairs of me, dusty but free, from chaos to rhythms
of blue

my eyes tightly shut by raw waves of cold,
I gasp for fragrance and flight
…soft layers of heat I’m chasing to reap, by stepping through deep shards
of light

Galben aprins… / Yellow afire


“The yellow glistens.
It glistens with various yellows,
Citrons, oranges and greens
Flowering over the skin.”
Wallace Stevens

Pe tărâm de petale galben aprins…

…printre umbre și dor de lumină.



Roaming on lands of yellow afire…

…through shades, yearning for light.