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 ...Read More »

The scent of a birthday

        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...Read More »

Birthday in November

Happy Birthday, Mother!                                             Bielka ...Read More »


                                                            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...Read More »

Fiery October

Friends , trees and smiles                                                             Bielka   ...Read More »

October Birthday

  Happy Birthday!!!                         Friends ...Read More »

October's fire

                        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...Read More »

Happy Birthday, my Darling!

Happy Birthday to You!                                         LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!   Bielka ...Read More »

Birthday in September

Birthday in September [gallery link="file" ids="6970,6971,6972,6973,6974,6975"]   Bielka ...Read More »


      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...Read More »