A friend like you
There’s lots of things with which I’m blessed,
My problems have been few,
But of all, this one’s the best:
To have a friend like you
In times of trouble friends will say,
“Just ask, I’ll help you through it.”
But you don’t wait for me to ask,
You just get up and do...Read More »
„Bucura-te de lucrurile marunte. Într-o buna zi s-ar putea sa privesti înapoi si sa descoperi ca erau cele mai importante lucruri.” Robert Brault 16 iulie 2017, Kotka, Finlanda.
Mottoul ales pentru corespondenta de astazi este definitoriu pentru modul în care locuitorii din Kotka si foarte multi turisti care s-au implicat...Read More »
Happy Birthday, my Father!
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The story of Wolf & Moon
This is a tale, countless ages told
Among the Wolf, to cub from old.
It is a story of true love,
Between Wolf below, and Moon above.
The Wolf and Moon were One they say,
Lovers, Friends, to this very day.
The sky at night their hunting grounds,
Their depth of love,...Read More »
Dust If You MustD
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books...Read More »
In the last 20 years an entire field of literature (could I call it literature?) appears to be dedicated to “relationships”.
Either fictional or so-called scientific books, novels, materials (you name them!) attacked the market with their remedies and recipes on “how to make a relationship perfect” in two or...Read More »
Almost a poem
He loved me. A six-O kind of love: He looooooved me. But he didn’t love me, me. He loved a girl who doesn’t exist. I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can’t help it, it’s what I’ve always done: the way...Read More »
My Phoenix January
I was born in the light of night,
between denial, despair, delight,
upon my word, I nothing knew
of my new life and its own dew.
I felt my feathers’ fire sweet
becoming ashes in a beat,
I heard my lament falling high,
a stricken beauty meant to die,
announcing life. So I’ve been told,
since birth...Read More »
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us
stories about being abroad and
I remember that she told us she jumped in the river once,
Leapt, without looking
And She tumbled into the Seine!
The water was freezing
she spent a month sneezing
but said she would do...Read More »
si-n mine urla lupi natangi,
adulmecand poteci gresite.
Te-astept pe tine sa-i alungi.
… fug de oameni printre oameni,
si-n inima-mi omatu-i greu,
si sunt un nimeni printre nimeni,
te cat pe tine, omul meu.
…vantul suduie napraznic,
si limba lui nu-i limba mea,
la moartea dorului fac praznic.
Te-astept sa plangi cu fulgi de nea.
…iar ma nasc in...Read More »