Autumn
Posted on October 12, 2018 by magda
Invention
In nature nothing is lost, everything is transformed, or in other words, an economical man does like that: from the washing maching one creates a winepress! The invention should be patented! Vivat the Romanian brain !!!
Romania
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Posted on September 19, 2018 by magda
The scent of a birthday
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when...
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Posted on November 10, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday, Mother!
Bielka
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Posted on November 1, 2017 by magda
No
No sun—no moon!
No morn—no noon—
No dawn—
No sky—no earthly view—
No distance looking blue—
No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”—
No end to any Row—
No indications where the Crescents go—
No top to any steeple—
No recognitions of familiar people—
No courtesies for showing ‘em—
No knowing ‘em!
No traveling at all—no locomotion,
No inkling of the way—no notion—
“No...
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Posted on October 20, 2017 by magda
Friends , trees and smiles
Bielka
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Posted on October 8, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday!!!
Friends
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Posted on October 7, 2017 by magda
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they’re taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.
‘Tis a shame...
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Posted on September 19, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday to You!
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
Bielka
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Posted on September 17, 2017 by magda
Birthday in September
Bielka
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Posted on September 2, 2017 by magda
Destin cand vine toamna
Mi-a cazut pe gura frunza
Unui ultim arbor frant
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamant
Ia-ti pe umeri haina groasa
Ia-ti flanelul tau rasfrant
Moare vara, moare vara
Si vine toamna pe pamant
Desfrunziri, eu mai mor, tu mai mori
Infrunziri si-nviem uneori
Nu-mi ajungi
Si n-avem timp in fiecare scurta zi
Asteptam nopti mai lungi
Sa...
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