ravasitul oilor

ravasitul oilor coborate din deal 

rasasitul oilor nechemate de timp

suspinul mieilor la apus

ciobani care schimba topoare 

ciobani care se regasesc in munte 

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. 

becoming in womanhood

in this limerescene I stayed for too long

as it made me feel that sense of joy

the thrill of recognising my body again not as a mother, but as a woman. 

a beautiful, straightforward, smiling woman 

a dreaming woman

a woman that can be and become even for a second 

separate from motherhood. 

silenced beautiful heart

stayed too much in between worlds 

waiting and wondering and dreaming

I have seen the trees at a distance, trees to climb

but never have I run towards them, 

as in the other part of the road I had my heart waiting for another heart to join 

a heart I felt in the distance 

a tall heart, brave and unapologetic one 

that only by sensing at a distance made me stop and contemplate 

as it is a beautiful heart, a silenced heart, a heart filled with desires and a kind loving heart, 

never mine to cherish. 

time to climb the trees. 

unkind words

glowing in the dark 

the words imagined are the ones that hurt the most 

the words your own abis feeds you with

when you think nobody is looking 

coming from a place of invisible structure.

fantasy

finally I take a turn towards normality 

finally I overcome something that kept me still, kept me waiting

finally I start to let go 

of a fantasy I cared deeply about

but still a fantasy in itself.