Apocaliptic earth

If apocalypse would come tomorrow 

I would pray and fight for my kids to be

to become in apocalyptic earth 

If apocalypse would come tomorrow I would get high for the first time in my life

If apocalypse would come tomorrow I would travel to the sea and would be there in the sand, near the sea, when it comes. 

If apocalypse would come tomorrow I would get on my knees and would hug my kids and would ask an invisible God to save them. Would ask all my ancestors, would ask invisible and indivisible forces to guard them. 

If apocalypse would come tomorrow I would have only one regret. A most common one. Never kissed by instinct. 

realist that seems negative

what is a negative realist? 

is it a state of mind? 

I always prefer negative realist 

to enthusiasts far fetched 

I always prefer to map the risks 

and to say I would bet on my chances to win

then to go on without knowing what I may loose. 

what makes the world

Once upon a time there was a little boy with a bag filled with love.

One day he carried the bag to his first day in school and got laughed at. Why don't you carry a backpack the other kids asked? What is in this bag? Are you poor? Can't you afford a backpack, like the rest of us?

The boy was raised far away from this kids, he was raised to believe that love and kindness are the way the world is build. 

Leaving from school he trew on the road a little bit of the love he carried inside the bag and did not tell his parents about his day. 

Second day at school the boy asked if it is possible to have with him at school a backpack and his little bag. His parents of course agreed. 

The other kids stoled his backpack and trough it in the back yard of the school, where bigger kids went to smoke. 

He waited for all the kids to be away and recovered his backpack, but in doing so he spilled some more from his bag just there in the backyard.

He went home and for the first time in a long time tears came crawling on his cheeks. 

Next day he decided to put his bag inside the backpack. 

The other kids did not laughed anymore. Some smiled, some left him alone. 

He came back home, but he could not find his bag. He just sat without talking for sometime. 

His mother asked what is the matter. 

His father replied 

-he is adapting, like all little boys need to, or are forced to. 

But don't forget you will always have a bag of love in your mother's embrace, coming back home.

implanted words

you implant a word or maybe an expression 

I take it and I play with it 

with pleasure in my mind 

because it is fun

it is innocent

it is an experiment 

a game of sorts 

I put my full hand on

and I capture it with a smile. 

A game to play. 

Most games I like to play, not only for the win

and with you maybe I would play to win, 

or maybe just to have fun. 

ravasitul oilor

ravasitul oilor coborate din deal 

ravasitul oilor nechemate la timp

suspinul mieilor la apus

ciobani care schimba topoare 

ciobani care se regasesc in munte

in diverse culori si multiple popoare 

ravasitul oilor intr-un tipat in cor 

ravasitul oilor simfonia perfecta de amor 

neterminat in fan. 

 

blue soul

when I look in your blue soul 

I see the sea, the lands of your ancestors rising to war, the little universe that becomes more every single day, with the sun rising higher every other day. 

when I look in your blue soul

my heart trembles 

so I will look away for some time 

new born mother

becoming a mother overrides all other aspects of life. 

becoming in motherhood is learning to not know for sure, 

but trust your most basic instincts 

trust that one cry means I am hungry, that another means I am too tired to fell a sleep, and some others are just to get comfort, as it should be. And trust when you feel something is not ok. 

becoming a mother is doubting yourself every second, at first but never letting clowd your judgement. 

becoming a mother blooms your whole world and puts in a shadow the woman you used to be. As you need to be more, and you know deep inside you already are. You are a mother now.