rainbow

in this world I am linked to the earth 

as I carry stones in my pockets from early 

childhood. 

the rain is witness to my sorrow as it is to my happy days. 

coming closer to the rainbow in my life. 

wild heart

 whatever I do is not enough

my house is clean, 

but not enough

my life is full 

but I feel things are missing 

My kids are happy and healthy

and this is most important 

I am cherished

I know it. 

Still my heart is wild. 

presence

although I fight against it 

my thoughts follow a pattern 

I  can't yet reverse

I try to be present in every moment

but sometimes my thoughts fly 

and I dont know how to take them back 

I dont know why they follow you in another part of the country

close to where real poetry was born 

they follow you as they don't listen to reason

I don't know why your presence is so next to my heart yet. 

Maria Magdalena

If I were to choose to be one character in the bible I would always choose one - Mary Magdalen. 

As my grandmothers name.

As I think a woman is somehow thorned in-between her 7 demons. Or sometimes 10, or even 100, depending on the time of month, life age or just genetic impersonation of melancholic whit. 

As she decided to follow a man, as most woman in that time of age did, as many woman in this time and age still decide. As she decided for her life to be in his light. For her shadows to be erased by his presence.

But nobody remembers that shadows reappear only in darkness, marked by light.

Amarillo

unslept curves of symbols and feelings 

fully covered lines, white and black 

the only colors that do not answer to any God. 

There is a color that would glance in the distance, would laugh at my curves, 

would punish the God of pastel and would make indiscreet feel normal. 

Amarillo 

that I still miss to read and write in those curves of friendship.  

te simt

Te simt de la distanta. 

chiar si cand intri intr-o camera si sunt cu spatele, 

intr-o conversatie 

Simt cand si daca ai vrea sa imi vorbesti, fara sa te privesc, 

Chiar si cand pana la urma te opresti 

si nu o faci. 

pur si simplu, fara sa imi explic cum si de ce

Te simt. 

Si in tacere si in cuvant si intr-un fel de stangacie pe care o ascunzi instant in conversatii cu tertii in care 

te simti confortabil, 

cum e si normal 

pentru ca de cele mai multe ori 

le ghidezi. 

te simt chiar si cand nu sunt aproape 

si ma surprinde de fiecare data. 

my hands know the world

my determined hands

they know the world better than my eyes or lips 

they sense the snow, fire and ice in an embrace 

my hands give a real hug 

my hands lean into a dance, 

open like tulips in the spring and close the doors that were too long opened. 

Doors scratched with thornes of love and passion and emotion. 

My hands understand better the world. 

Let my hands dance a tulip dance and play the piano in a living room of dreams 

they will know what to do with those doors.