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Citat cu tâlc

Ianuarie 29, 2012

„Copilăria este inima tuturor vârstelor.” Lucian Blaga Anunțuri

Another Sad Story

Ianuarie 10, 2012

I loved you from the first day, when you entered the maze and you get up in the winners rostrum. You did not know what power you had on me and you started to sing your symphony. Each note was like an avalanche collapsed in my soul and every roll of notes made ​​my heart […]

Soul Alchemy

Iulie 27, 2011

I am as silk, just my soul slips around the house. Leave out any hope, any tendency to label, you who enter the below labyrinth. I am „spicy”, not sweet. The sweetness is just one aspect of my infinite personality prism. The demonic and angelic pieces get new forms, new iridescents of emerald, ruby​​, topaz, […]

Little criminal poem

Iunie 28, 2011

A little poem about the „crime” from Friday… :)) With all my love 🙂 Insomniac, after a Cuba Libre,/I’m trying to find my destiny! /And I spied into my narcoleptic eyes/ An invitation for which my ambition guaranteed!/ Among the many passions that arose into my heart,/ Only ♥ MADAME HOOLIGAN ♥ messed me up!/ […]

Melancholy

Iunie 14, 2011

Oh, I’m missing the sweet caress Of a rebelious and swift wave Which takes the sufferings of a loncsome soul During the mistery of the delicate night! During the blowing of one reflection, The light of moon embraced me Like in the spell of one dream. And my locks were unbraid in the wind. It […]

Octombrie 4, 2010

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Mi-a ruginit sufletul!…

Februarie 16, 2010

by Oana Barbu Îmi tai venele dorinţelor cu zimţii lamei realităţii. Din vene nu atârnă nici măcar un strop… Mă lovesc în piept… Sună prelung metalic şi a gol… Pitită pe antebraţe , mă târâi în cutia mea de carton mânjită de sângele incolor, cu miros înţepător al amintirilor. .. Strigoii literelor din jurnalul meu […]