winter

in winter wish 

i have a coat 

where little and amazing buttons 

take your eyes, your voice and your desire and keep it with me 

in the new winter 

 

in lumina

in lumina 

o tandrete firava

cum sunt razele de soare chiar inainte de apus

o feminitate minunata si specifica

o feminitate tanara si totusi cu mii de layere mature 

o feminitate gingasa 

s-a nascut

o margareta alba 

un bujor alb foarte mic 

un trandafir rozaliu strain de restul trandafirilor 

in lumina toate s-au manifestat 

fara sa vrei si mai ales fara sa vreau. 

pui de bunica

mainile bunicii frematand in coca de cozonac 

mainile bunicii cosand povesti 

pe iile sufletelor nepoteilor mileniali

lasandu-le pe toate intr-o impletitura de paine proaspat coapta pe vatra. 

leganandu-si soldurile obosite 

se apleca din cand in cand in gradina sa smulga cate o buruiana 

pui pui pui striga uneori bunica, noi nestiind daca pe noi ne striga, sau puii de gaina.

Si asa ne asezam cu totii in jurul ei si ea scotea seminte din sort si dulciuri din buzunar. 

Paparudele lui bunica. 

mirror

there is a mirror or a shadow in silence 

i do not want to have to say it

i do not want to make it a reality 

i do not consider it is worthy of my answer 

i do not want to let go

i can not say

nothingness disguised in kindness.

generational

the sadness in my bones 

comes from

my mothers ankles 

to my grandmothers hands 

in her mothers legs

the sadness in my bones comes out in the morning

when the moon and the sun have only one moment to stair each other in the eyes. 

and the sun cries a bit as to say 

you never touched me,

but your light I feel inside. 

truth

i gave you space inside my heart 

i gave you faith and truth.

my loyalty and my words 

i gave you my time

i gave you a safe space 

i gave you confidence 

i gave you some doubts 

i gave you a small forever in my heart 

and in my writings 

in my mind and soul 

i gave you a piece of my soul, 

as you already could read it by instinct. 

question mark

I will always carry with me 

what you gave me

a question mark 

a mirror to always find the intelectual woman inside my soul

clarity and security

you gave me stairs to climb and watched me prove I can, always keeping my back

you gave me a safe space

a dream, a fantasy of sort

and without wanting or knowing 

you gave me the strength you gain only through vulnerability. 

as you are my vulnerability.