poetry

poetry · 06. April 2022

When you get out of the environment that you somehow managed to understand, confusion can easily set in. The boundaries are no longer clear, nor are the rules by which everything is structured. Many become possible, even if not all of them are desirable. In a new spatial format, new forms are possible, and the message finds new ways to reach you. Even when the paths are not very clear, even when the hand, with a questioning gesture, seems to hesitate, it is imperative to move forward. No matter...

poetry · 27. January 2022

Life comes with choices. Yet, sometimes you have the feeling you have no choice. No safe place, no exit door. You must stay in the game. Sometimes you just want to keep on going on the path you chose long ago, doing all the things you believe they were meant for you to do. It isn't like you can't make changes in your life, you make them all the time, even on daily basis. You just make them within that same path. You do stumble and fall, but that is part of the deal. Is it a good deal? You can't...

poetry · 11. October 2021

Quand nous avons goûté le fruit arrêté, nous sommes tombé. Avons-nous eu faim jusque-là ? Avons-nous alors prié : "Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour" ou avons-nous vécu sans savoir que nous vivions, sans douleur et sans souci ? Mais étions-nous vivants ? Souvenons-nous aujourd'hui et chaque jour du péché originel et de la tentation qui nous ont poussés sur le chemin que chacun de nous marche, plus dur ou plus facilement, selon son choix. Et pardonnons-nous les erreurs les...

poetry · 16. September 2021

Adevărat vă spun: Din primul ou nu a ieșit găină! (Și nu putem găsi găinii în asta nicio vină)

poetry · 16. September 2021

The Light We need enlightening verses! Poetry Steers us away From darkness of the day,

poetry · 16. September 2021

Efectul fluturelui Ce-i pasă lui că stâncile-s abrupte? Că pasu-i greu Când, spre un scop nerod, Ne îndreptăm cu mâna tremurândă?

poetry · 04. August 2021

This should have been about details, about how they are capable, although very interesting in themselves, or precisely because of that, to obscure the bigger picture from your sight and also about how you must gather your courage to tell the story as you see it, no matter how painful. Instead, this is what I managed to write about, not even being able to translate it, yet. Don't worry, it's still art!

poetry · 02. July 2021

I feared death with a whitening fear, pale as the antelope that passes before the eyes of a lion about to go blind.