Arhive etichetă | grass

8 Martie cu… de toate/ March 8th



“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.”
― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real

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Primăvara… chiar vine cu de toate!

Mai colorate și luminoase, mai șugubețe sau nostime… mai joc.



Spring really comes… bringing everything with it!

More color and shine, more loveliness and play… more fun


Susur printre sclipiri, albastru interminabil sau verde poveste…


Soft murmur through the bright shimmer, endless deep blue or fairy-tale green…


…și gânduri de La mulți ani! cu bucurie și numai bine,

de printre mustăți pisicești și petale de toporași.



…and thoughts of „Have a happy March day!” and „Best of spring wishes!”

along with cute kittens’ smiles and purrs , and tiny violets’ petals.


O săptămână frumoasă și caldă!


Wishing you a sunny warm week ahead!




Iarba strălucește a cer… / Grass shining like sky


“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”


“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
Alice Sebold, The Lovely Bones


“Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.”
Henry David Thoreau

curly darling

„Scatter joy!”


“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Collected Poems and Translations

“What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;…”

William Wordsworth, Ode to Intimations of Immortality


You can…


you can run high above mountains and trees

…so close to the sun that you may feel its breeze


you can swallow all-in the springs in your veins

… to feel their soft  murmur inside your brains


you can, with your forehead, the sad clouds caress

… to rain or to snow, feeling all the distress


you can vibrantly wear the grass and the flowers

…always carry within the colours, the bowers


you can deeply inhale the wind and the gales

…eternally wander the waters, the dales