Saturday, 7 August 2010


Because existence can become severe
in one day,
just sense me and I'll be there.
In the minds eye,
I'm not so far away.
If you hold out your hand,
in the whispers,
I'll become the zephyr.
and besiege you.
If your eye's upon the stars,
in the crystalline darkness,
I'll become the moon.
And the light shall guide you.
If you rest upon the ground,
in the warmth,
I'll become the grass.
And embrace you.
If you turn outside,
in the wetness,
I'll become the rain.
An upon your forehead, kiss you.
If you free the air,
in the light of day,
I'll become the sun.
And smile for you.

Between the miles-
if you need me.
If you need a friend.
Let me be the friend, I want to be.

(Thank you for this lovely smile )


Build bridges instead of walls and you will have a friend.Words build bridges into unexplored regions.Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build bridges even when there are no rivers.Being nice is one of many bridges on the road to Happiness.Love builds bridges where there are none.Never burn your bridges till you come to them

My puppy

Now I lay me down to sleep,

The king-size bed is soft and deep..

I sleep right in the center groove

My human being can hardly move!

I've trapped his legs, he's tucked in tight

And here is where I pass the night

No one disturbs me or dares intrude

Till morning comes and "I want food!"

I sneak up slowly to begin

my nibbles on my human's chin.

He wakes up quickly,

I have sharp teeth-

I'm a puppy, don't you see?

For the morning's here

and it's time to play

I always seem to get my way.

So thank you Lord for giving me

This human person that I see.

The one who hugs and holds me tight

And shares his bed with me at night!

(for Mike and his puppies )

Monday, 31 May 2010

My Dear Child -The International Children's Day

If I could I would remove all your fears
If I could I would remove all your tears
If I could I would make life painless
If I could I would give you all your courage
Like a deck of cards you must learn to deal with life as it is dealt
You must hold your chin up and walk tall
Let no one ever force you to be shorter than you really are
Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you

If I could I would remove all your fears
If I could I would remove all your tears
If I could I would make life painless
If I could I would give you all your courageI will always be by your side even if you can’t see me

I will always be in your heart even if you can’t feel me
Listen in the wind and you will hear my whispers and feel my hand
Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you

If I could I would remove all your fears
If I could I would remove all your tears
If I could I would make life painless
If I could I would give you all your courage

My child you are so a very big part of me
I feel when you are sad, hurt when you are hurt, and smile when you smile
As years move on and so will you
Remember my love, Stand tall, Stand strong, and your strength will guide you

Friday, 30 April 2010

The 1st of May

"Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overhead
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere?
Welladay! Welladay!
For the winds of May!
Love is unhappy when love is away!"

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Spring in Japan ( pictures from my friend,Akemi)

Fleur de cerisier

Une femme triste erre les bords de l'etang.Elle se voit jeune encore,mais sans joie,sans espoir,car elle n'a pas d'enfant.
Elle implore Kwannon,la Divine Bonte;elle allume un cierge et depose une poupee en offrande ,symbole du desir de son coeur.Et bientot elle sent battre les flots de la vie dans son sein.Un fils,plus beau que la fleur du cerisier,lui sourit au printemps.Sa vie n'est plus qu'un nid harmonieux ou gazouille un oiseau.Un petit etre adore qui rit,qui court,qui joue.C'est elle qui lui dit en jouant,en chantant ,les graves lecons de l'Empire des Dieux,du Japon venere.
Et l'enfant apprends bien.Il fait l'orgueil de sa mere.Mais du fond des plaines sombres et glaciales un souffle de mort parvient jusqu'aux iles fleuries du Japon.Le Dragon herisse de pisques et le lances avance vers les bords de la mer du Japon.Mais l'enfant du Japon, frele et legere fleur,saura bien resister.
Le jeune garcon monte vers le temple de Kwannon,aupres de sa mere,qui,fiere,ne verse pas une larme.Il allume un cierge et il sort sur la haute terrasse jeter un regard sur l'etang et la ville.C'est l'epoque des cerisiers.Une belle fleur de cerisier rose vient de tomber a ses pieds.Il la ramasse et sourit:"Ma mere , c'est bon signe!Moi aussi je tomberai sans etre fane,comme cette fleur".
Et il part defendre sa patrie cherie.Sa mere ne l'a plue revu.
Chaque printemps,au Japon,les cerisiers sont en fleurs,fleurs toujours pretes a tomber sans etre fanees.
Un petale de ces fleurs est entre dans mon coeur.C'est pourquoi j'ai pu dechiffrer les signes et le mystere de la renaissance est devenu tranparent.


Monday, 22 February 2010


The first red rose
Sent out of season
The second red rose
Sent for no reason
The third red rose
Sent for happiness and health
The fourth red rose
Sent for gaining life's wealth
The fifth red rose
Sent for gaining new friends
The sixth red rose
Sent for guiding you through life's bends
The seventh red rose
Sent for praying you never tire
The eighth red rose
Sent for giving you all of your desire's
The ninth red rose
Sent for your happiness in love
The tenth red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your turtledove
The eleventh red rose
Sent for igniting passion and fire
The twelve red rose
Sent for hoping I'm your desire


A best friend
is always there,
whether you need advice,
or a pep talk,
or even a shoulder to cry on.
A best friend
listens with her heart
and is always honest with you,
even though the truth
may not be
what you want to hear.
A best friend
knows all your secrets,
understands your fears
shares your dreams.
A best friend
never stops believing in you
even if you give up
on yourself.
you are
that kind of friend
to me.
And no matter what happens,
you always will be.
You are my best friend....
my forever friend.


Thursday, 18 February 2010

Celebrate Dragobete on the 24th of February

Dagobete is the Romanian protector of love, celebrated on the 24th of February. He is the patron of pure love and good will. Dragobete is identified with Cupid, the Roman god of love and with his Greek counterpart, Eros. Dragobete was the son of Baba Dochia and part of his name, "drag" (dear) is found in the word "dragoste" (love).
During the day, considered locally the first day of spring, the boys and girls pick up spring flowers and sing together. The unmelted snow still present in many villages used to be collected and the water obtained used as a magic potion by young girls during the year.
Dragobete' is a traditional Romanian holiday, celebrated on February 24. Dragobete was the son of Baba Dochia.
The day is known as "the day when the birds are getting engaged". This day is supposed to protect one from the fever which produces shivers and illness. If the weather allows it, girls and boys are supposed to pick snowdrops or other early spring plants for someone they are courting. Dragobete is also known as being the day of lovers for Romanians.
A common belief (in some parts of Romania) during this celebration is that if one steps over his/her partner's foot, he/she will have the dominating role in their relationship. The usual activities for this custom vary from region to region.
In neighbouring Bulgaria, the custom of stepping over the partner's feet is traditionally performed at weddings with the same purpose, but it is not believed to be connected to Dragobete.

Sunday, 14 February 2010



‘When love is not madness, it is not love’ ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca—quite ideally therefore Valentine's Day is the time to celebrate this madness, to lionize the very feeling of being in love. Valentine's Day which is typically observed in the 14th of February every year, is the occasion of sheer ardor; it is time to reflect the deep passion whilst shaping up those unspoken words. Throughout the ages, all over the world Valentine's Day is observed with much cheer and enthusiasm.
The unique Romanian traits of celebrating the Valentine's Day in Romania with immense color, magic, dazzle and finesse makes Romania the most sought after destination during this time of the year. The rich culture, ethnicity and the pristine natural beauty of Romania makes the season of love truly romantic.
Romania, the South-West European country, idealizes the typical British aura in the celebration of the Valentine day in Romania which is perfectly the carnival of sharing and caring; the very fete of feeling the verve of love in the pulse. However, it is not on the 14th day of February when Romania celebrates the lovers day rather it is through the traditional celebration of Dragobete, on the 24th day of February, the Romanians celebrates the day of love with colossal passion. The seethe of rose, the thump of exchanging gifts and the effervescence of the day fills the air whilst making it an ideal time to shape those untold words.
Although traditionally 24th February is typically the Valentine Day in Romania, in the recent times the populace of Romania has started observing the 14th day of February as the Valentine's Day.

Monday, 8 February 2010

Melancolia este fericirea de a fi trist

Cine se cauta pe sine gaseste lumea.Cine cauta lumea se gaseste pe sine.
Acesta este un blog de urgente intime.
O modesta floare secreta , poate fi mai bogata in saracia ei decat cel mai pretios trandafir.Ea iti aminteste ca,daca destinul nu depinde de tine,numai de tine depinde ce faci cu ceea ce iti da destinul.
Nu exista desavarsire.Exista drumul spre ea.Nu exista glorie durabila,onoruri stabile.Exista idealul sau.
Melancolia este fericirea de a fi trist.
Soarele rasare umed din valuri si apune in valuri.Azi ca si maine.Maine ca si ieri.Zilele trec si in fiecare zi traiesti in eternitate.Te poti bucura de orice,de soare,de ploaie,de linia tarmului,de oamenii galagiosi si veseli,caraghiosi si frumosi pe care-i vezi de departe.Totul e sa te multumesti cu atat,sa traiesti la nivelul senzatiilor,sa nu-ti mai pui intrebari,sa nu auzi pe nimeni strigand "Chi vuol esser lieto sia..."sa vezi numai gesturile ,copii care se stropesc ,o femeie care danseaza pe nisip.O incertitudine sau o boala ascunsa secera elanurile in acest univers care are ceva din fragilitatea inceputului de toamna,la mare,cand soarele incalzeste plaja goala,iar linistea poate fi orice,impacare,regret,convalescenta luminoasa.
Melancolia n-are nevoie sa vada florile ofilite ca sa ramana pe ganduri.Maine nu se stie ce va fi.
Maine vom vedea ce va ma fi.
Nu ma lamentez pentru a fi compatimita,ci pentru a-mi da curaj,singurul mod de a fi mai tare decat nefericirea fiind acela de a o privi in fata.
Bucuria mea este melancolia.
Dincolo de orice mare e o mlastina.Inoti,inoti,inoti,pentru ce?
Totul imbatraneste,pana si nefericirea.Si nu exista oare o tacere de dincolo de cuvinte,asa cum exista una dinainte de cuvinte.
Traim intr-un secol care nu mai are rabdare sa asculte, si de altfel ce sa ne spuna tacerea cand,adeseori,nici macar strigatele nu mai reusesc sa se faca auzite.
Sunt doar atata cat reusiti sa vedeti dim mine.
De aceea surad.
O zi de dragoste valoreaza mai mult decat eternitatea si "putinul" trait mai mult decat "totul" visat.
Exista o prapastie intre singuratatea voita si singuratea impusa.Prima te apropie de tine insuti.Cea de a doua nu face decat sa te indeparteze de altii.Prima daruie.Cea de a doua frusteaza.Prima e foarte aproape de un inceput de drum.Cea de a doua e foarte aproape de un mormant.

(pentru Dani,din tot sufletul)

Sunday, 7 February 2010


Blown like smooth dunes, by the wind overnight,
the crusted snow glistened in the morning sun's light.

The brilliance danced on the canvas I viewed;
I stood in awe - all faith renewed.

Untouched by man, this scenic vision
proved Nature's pallette conquered her mission.

The winter scene won the artist a prize
for it dazzled and kept the focus of my eyes.

Her magic she wove all through the night -
Nature's painting complete to view in daylight.


Sunday, 31 January 2010


Ice cream, Ice cream,
how you do me wrong
I'm trying to lose some pounds
instead you pack them on.

You know that your my fave,
sherbet is the best
but chocolate gets it's way
at my tongues request.

I hope you never melt
and leave me all alone
cause I just bought a crate
of haagen-daz for home.

Sunday, 24 January 2010

”A flower,

if you bruise it

under your feet,

rewards you

by giving you

its perfume.”


Ca să fii rege peste animale nu-i cine ştie cât.
Trebuie doar să fii mai puternic decât ele, şi-atât.

Ca să fii rege peste păsări …
este puţin mai greu,
dar fumos.
Trebuie să zbori mereu mai înalt decât ele
şi niciodată mai jos.

Ca să fii rege peste flori
trebuie să suporţi la hotare
mărăcinii şi spinii;
Marcel Iures şi, mai ales,
trebuie să-nmiresmezi către lume
mai mult decât crinii.

Ca să fii rege peste înstelare
trebuie să te-aşezi printre luceferi,
călător spre Orion,
reprivindu-te de jos,
să fii mai luminos decât oricare.
şi fără tron.

Ca să fii rege peste ape şi vânt
trebuie să-nveţi osanale ca îngerii
şi să le aduci pe pământ:
alinare pentru lacrima corbilor
din Valea Plângerii.

Marcel Iures Ca să fii rege peste oameni
este, mai decât toate,
Trebuie să trăieşti
şi să mori pentru ei,
învăţându-i ce înseamnă a iubi, a ierta…

Dar cel mai minunat
este să poţi fi rege peste tine însuţi,
atunci când alegi binele
fie din bucuria altuia,
fie din plânsul tău …

Şi să încheiem întelept şi frumos
şi, mai ales, cum se cuvine:
Încoronarea ta
o face Christos
când mergi pe drumul dinspre Rău spre Bine.
în clipa aceea, veşnicia te cumpăneşte
Dacă vrei să fii Rege
alege Binele.
Hei, grăbeşte!

Monday, 18 January 2010


LUI - Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
Hein ? nous irions,
Ayant de l'air plein la narine,
Aux frais rayons

Du bon matin bleu, qui vous baigne
Du vin de jour ?...
Quand tout le bois frissonnant saigne
Muet d'amour

De chaque branche, gouttes vertes,
Des bourgeons clairs,
On sent dans les choses ouvertes
Frémir des chairs :

Tu plongerais dans la luzerne
Ton blanc peignoir,
Rosant à l'air ce bleu qui cerne
Ton grand oeil noir,

Amoureuse de la campagne,
Semant partout,
Comme une mousse de champagne,
Ton rire fou :

Riant à moi, brutal d'ivresse,
Qui te prendrais
Comme cela, - la belle tresse,
Oh ! - qui boirais

Ton goût de framboise et de fraise,
O chair de fleur !
Riant au vent vif qui te baise
Comme un voleur,

Au rose, églantier qui t'embête
Aimablement :
Riant surtout, ô folle tête,
À ton amant !....


- Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
Mêlant nos voix,
Lents, nous gagnerions la ravine,
Puis les grands bois !...

Puis, comme une petite morte,
Le coeur pâmé,
Tu me dirais que je te porte,
L'oeil mi-fermé...

Je te porterais, palpitante,
Dans le sentier :
L'oiseau filerait son andante
Au Noisetier...

Je te parlerais dans ta bouche..
J'irais, pressant
Ton corps, comme une enfant qu'on couche,
Ivre du sang

Qui coule, bleu, sous ta peau blanche
Aux tons rosés.
Et te parlant la langue franche - .....
Tiens !... - que tu sais...

Nos grands bois sentiraient la sève,
Et le soleil
Sablerait d'or fin leur grand rêve
Vert et vermeil


Le soir ?... Nous reprendrons la route
Blanche qui court
Flânant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout à l'entour

Les bons vergers à l'herbe bleue,
Aux pommiers tors !
Comme on les sent toute une lieue
Leurs parfums forts !

Nous regagnerons le village
Au ciel mi-noir ;
Et ça sentira le laitage
Dans l'air du soir ;

Ca sentira l'étable, pleine
De fumiers chauds,
Pleine d'un lent rythme d'haleine,
Et de grands dos

Blanchissant sous quelque lumière ;
Et, tout là-bas,
Une vache fientera, fière,
À chaque pas...

- Les lunettes de la grand-mère
Et son nez long
Dans son missel ; le pot de bière
Cerclé de plomb,

Moussant entre les larges pipes
Qui, crânement,
Fument : les effroyables lippes
Qui, tout fumant,

Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
Tant, tant et plus :
Le feu qui claire les couchettes
Et les bahuts.

Les fesses luisantes et grasses
D'un gros enfant
Qui fourre, à genoux, dans les tasses,
Son museau blanc

Frôlé par un mufle qui gronde
D'un ton gentil,
Et pourlèche la face ronde
Du cher petit.....

Que de choses verrons-nous, chère,
Dans ces taudis,
Quand la flamme illumine, claire,
Les carreaux gris !...

- Puis, petite et toute nichée,
Dans les lilas
Noirs et frais : la vitre cachée,
Qui rit là-bas....

Tu viendras, tu viendras, je t'aime !
Ce sera beau.
Tu viendras, n'est-ce pas, et même...

Elle - Et mon bureau ?

Saturday, 16 January 2010

The snowdrops

Oh snowdrops, I think that
You came in the night,
In only your nighties
And that's why you're white.

The world was all sleeping
With never a sound,
You wanted to see it
So came through the ground.

I think that you're smiling,
But still feel too shy
To lift your sweet faces
To smile at the sky

Early snowdrops in January

Friday, 15 January 2010

One Wish Alone Have I

One wish alone have I:
In some calm land
Beside the sea to die;
Upon its strand
That I forever sleep,
The forest near,
A heaven near,
Stretched over the peaceful deep.
No candles shine,
Nor tomb I need, instead
Let them for me a bed
Of twigs entwine.

That no one weeps my end,
Nor for me grieves,
But let the autumn lend
Tongues to the leaves,
When brooklet ripples fall
With murmuring sound,
And moon is found
Among the pine-trees tall,
While softly rings
The wind its trembling chime
And over me the lime
Its blossom flings.

As I will then no more
A wanderer be,
Let them with fondness store
My memory.
And Lucifer the while,
Above the pine.
Good comrade mine,
Will on me gently smile;
In mournful mood,
The sea sings sad refrain ...
And I be earth again

In solitude.

One Wish Alone Have I


A lost summer's day, a lifetime away
What do you find
Slow turning sun, with somewhere to run
On your mind
Not the flash that you saw
That was gone in the wink of an eye
As soon as we're here, we disappear, like dragonflies.

Their miracle blue can never tell you
How it came to be
Each different kind, accidental designed
Before you and me
And we ask the whole of our lives
maybe there's no why
As soon as we're here, we disappear, like dragonflies.

How can something so fragile leave us helpless
We all feel helpless once in a while
How can something so fragile leave us humble
We all need humble once in a while.

And now nature can sing such beautiful wings
Did you think of this
That each of us know in our hearts we must go
And that's what beauty is
And just as the dream you were in
dissolved in the morning sky
As soon as we're here, we disappear, like dragonflies.

How can something so fragile leave us helpless
We all feel helpless once in a while
How can something so fragile leave us humble
We all feel humble once in a while.

And now nature can sing such beautiful wings
Did you think of this
That each of us know in our hearts we must go
And that's what beauty is
And just as the dream you were in dissolved in the morning sky
As soon as we're here, we disappear, like dragonflies.

Saturday, 2 January 2010


The most selfish one-letter word
The most satisfying two-letter word
We - use it!
The most poisonous three-letter word
Ego - kill it!
The most used four-letter word
Love-value it!
The most pleasing five-letter word
Smile - keep it!
The most spreading six-letter word
Gossip - ignore it!
The hardest working seven-letter word
Success - achieve it!
The eight - letter word that instigates most trouble
Jealousy - distance it!
The most powerful nine-letter word
Knowledge - acquire it!
The most essential ten - letter word
Confidence - trust it!


Friday, 1 January 2010


I saw light on the Earth
And I was born
To see how are you.
Are you healthy,lad?
What about your happiness?
Thank you,don't answer to me.
I have no time for answers.
I hardly have time to ask.
But I like here.
It is warm,it is beautiful
And too much light
That the grass is rising.
But that girl,over there
She is looking at me with her soul.
No my dear,don't mess up yourself to love me
Though a black coffee I would like to drink
From your cup.
I like it because you know to make it bitter.