mind and heart

my lips are week and kind 

my knees are songs of mermaids 

my hair is too blonde to count

my eyes always tell the truth 

my breast are strong and rebels

my hands are my grandmothers hands

my chin is judgemental and intended.

my shoulders are soft and green 

my mind and my heart are many times in contradiction. 

rain drops

there is a tree in the middle 

of my living room

in which rain drops and tapioca bubbles fly 

i feed this tree with milk and honey

for it is the tree that stays tall

that listens 

never repeats it self and never dies.

rain drops and colored tapioca bubbles are covering the ceiling and my floor is wet. 

transition

can not see the glass ceiling anymore 

transition to reality 

as I seem to need it. 

echoes

echoes of tenderness 

echoes of shared connection 

echoes of something 

imagined

impossible and unreal

but very much desired 

echoes that are lost 

slices of life 

surrender

the closeness I used to feel 

disappears slowly 

into the light of a thousand suns 

that brings my moon into surrender. 

surrender my heart 

to reality and to your implacable will 

surrender to the wind. For the wind will know where to take any feelings left. 

surrender in the light of the moon, 

the only one that shadows my heart. 

first time in my life

first time in my life I see through skin 

first time in my life I wonder about where I am

first time in my life I question my reasoning

I question my feelings 

I question my emotional distance 

I question my truth and my principles 

first time in my life I am in the middle of the sea 

not looking at it from the distance 

but exactly in the middle 

of family life, my duties, motherhood and work 

and what is underneath. 

The uncertainty. 

ipocrizie

avem toti o doza

de ipocrizie. 

care incepe uneori sa usture, ca o zgarietura prea adanca, ce atinge osul. 

a mea se infiripa intre gand si valori 

intre doua parti 

ale sufletului meu.