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. 

pieces to care for

I would care for you 

as my instinct tells me to

my mind tells me to ignore it.  

I would keep you in my arms, although not so sure you would fully fit,

with your head on my arm

and would caress your face and hair 

and would smile at your smile, 

by instinct. 

And sometimes I would give you kefir 

the one I don't approve of

and other times biscuits and wine. 

And maybe sometimes pieces of my heart would stay with you.

tired

when life becomes a little bit too much of of what happens in between. 

tired of all that I need to push to happen

tired.