The Story Of Wolf ~N~ Moon

                                  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 must

                  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 »

Neuron's lover / Amanta lu' Neuron

                                              Neuron’s lover 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

                      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

                    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 »


                    Lalaland   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, Barefoot She smiled, 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… …cad zapezile-ostenite, 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 »

Musca secunda din mine....July 22nd, feast of Mary Magdalene

                                                  Musca secunda din mine Musca secunda din mine Si îmi musca din lumine; Bu tot visez un drum pierdut Dar nu-l mai vad ca la-nceput Sa fi venit din asfintit Prin lan de grâu îngalbenit? Sau iesit pe cea poarta Calea mea era desarta De-mi ieseau în cale spinii Pâna-n marginile vinii? Si, fatal, fara cuvinte, Vedeam cruci fara morminte, Parca-n tarini, prabusite, Fara...Read More »


                    WHATEVER Seems as we age we tend to wander back to yesterday Our memories cling to personal things of times now far away As one by one Life calls us ‘out’ we move on up the queue Towards the space left empty by the loved ones we once knew If there’s one thing I know...Read More »

The countdown

                    The countdown The last morning of this year. While the rest of the “crowd” still sleeps (holidays!), I enjoy my solitude watching the trees shivering naked in the wind. The soft and cozy armchair comforts me in the kitchen, the only place of the house that allows me to make noise,...Read More »