miercuri, 8 martie 2017

La maison du papillon

Mais c'est quoi?

C'est un papillon
Volant dans le bois
Malgré le tourbillon
Du monde et du soi.

Aimant le doux soleil
Qui chaufe les soies
Il rencontre les abeilles
Cherchant les nymphéas.

Lui, il vole vers la rose
Pour prendre sa dose
De gaieté et de vie
Car elle
L' irréelle
En floraison
Est la maison du papillon.

luni, 20 februarie 2017

Undone rain

Late into the night the sky was giving
Pearls of water to the world called rain
While everyone was busy living
The lives they though they reign.

The pearls were dripping from the leaves
The last soldiers left on the branches
Since last autumn the planet breathes
And we with her enjoying brunches.

The cold is now mild but the wind brisk
The air is cool and smells like spring
The lovely flowers are taking a risk
And venture themselves for a fling
With the warmth of the one called Sun
Left in the past like all things, undone.

duminică, 29 ianuarie 2017

The apple

It turned to ashes in the night
The thought the lady had
The one of what might
Happen to crave so bad.

She was designed to want
Like Eve wanting the apple
It's the genetic's code wand
That makes it all a scrapple.

The forbidden is desired
While the real is denied
The future is all patterned
And the past is all scattered.

duminică, 7 august 2016

Umbrele instelate

Trecutul apare in prezent
Si sopteste usor viitorului
Ii spune ce e bine si nu e
Sub multe stele in prezent
Si lampioane date cerului
Drept ofranda si multumire.

Se strecoara prin adidasi
Si te gadila usor in talpa
Iar cu corpul declolasi
Cu ochii inchisi de pe nisip
Iar tot cerul e un alabic.

Sub umbrele instelate
Sau de soare mangaiate
Isi spun povestea zeci
Cu multe bauturi reci
Pline de nisip la baza
Ce ii lasa fara paza.

Cu valuri si bule
Nisip si alge
Soare si apa
Racoreste
Bucura
Arde si
Zambeste
Frumoasa
Doamna
Vara.

duminică, 31 iulie 2016

Porcelain doll

She once lived in a box
A big red shiny one
Made of cardboard
And lots of plastic
It even had a small
Drawing of a fox.
She sat all day long
Standing on a shelf
Overlooking over
The little cars section
Talking all day long
Of miles and theft.
Until one day when
A movement came
She went from side
To side in tremor
Not knowing what
Will ever happen to
Her porcelain skin.
The movement stopped
And a face appeared
It was a little girl
Blonde with curly hair
She smiled and waved
Calling her Ana
My Russian lovely doll.
Ana now sat in a bed
Filled with pillows
Softer than her skin
She had a purple dress
And bracelets, earrings
And a crown of shells
She was the queen
Of all the seas
Her girl was swimming
In her sweetest dreams.

vineri, 22 aprilie 2016

Litere

Ma plimb cu degetele pe taste
Cum se plimba mintea mea
Printre multe cuvinte spuse
Gandite sau avid citite
Litere ce se perinda imaginar
Ca o formula matematica
Ce dau sens lumii de acum
Cu al sau soare cald si bland
Cu copaci verzi si infloriti
Cu luna alba, mare si plina
Cu cer albastru precum apa
Din lagunele departatei lagune
De mult vazute in lume.

Am vazut si am citit
Cate putin din ea
Din a sa gandire
Peisaje, clipe
Ce frumoasa este lumea
Cand ii dam cuvinte.

Dar nimic nu poate
Totusi sa o descrie
Nu ar exista cuvant
Ce ar putea-o defini
Pentru ca noi fiecare
O simtim in al nostru
Fel de a citi.

duminică, 6 martie 2016

Regii

Si-au construit regat
Din flori si zambete
Din dimineti in palat
Sau sub cerul instelat
Un suflet sa asculte
Un paznic inzestrat.

Si-au luat regina
La plimbare in lat
Si in lung al vailor
Cu munti si mari
Copaci si frunze
Verzi si proaspete
Plus aer curat
Si nisip infierbantat.

Ii spun taine multe
Ocrotesc si ingrijesc
Ascullta si iubesc
In clipele marunte.

Au strans impreuna
Amintiri si clipe
Asezandu-le in cufere
Prin colturile inimii
Iar in centru au pus
Dulcele prezent
Al clipei de acum.