decoding

I have no idea what goes on in your soul. 

I just know you look for me, I feel it. 

Even when you put on masks after masks and say I called you just because x or y as to mention am nothing special, or never because you just feel like talking to me. 

Sometimes I don't know what you are trying to tell me. This hidden signals, if they are, I can not decode. My mind and heart do not work like this. 

magical stone

I was borned from the mountain of desire or faith or how people call it from Athos. 

I got to be one of the many citizens of the court of Mary, but when she got expelled from the mountain she took me with her, in her right pocket. 

I got to be held by saints, by ordinary woman, by powerful man, even by woman that sold their soul, and sometimes their body. 

I got to know the world, and especially people by their colors 

and if their colors were dark, they would never be able to hold me

as I am the one of the small stones from the originary carvings. 

I choose who can hold me, for a second or more. 

I travelled the world many times, but I stopped when got to be held by a man, a contradictory man.

I saw his many colors his many words and his steady feelings. I choose to stay. 

Then for one day or 2 I chose another with the colors of the Sun. 

One that had all the potential, all the internal strength, which had amazing colors.

I got to bathe in this colors and almost forgot about my purpose. I remembered the steady one and decided to return. 

My path is long, maybe never ending. 

contrast abstract

contrast marcat de limita umbrelei unei domnisoare sconcs 

contrast de mirosuri, de culori si de Pete

se plimba domnisoara cu umbrela in coada 

la capatul umbrelei un mic inel gata de scos

sau de ascuns 

pe inelarul unei papusi intinse pe rapita din fata blocului 

asteptand sa inceapa dansul de dimineața

cei trei pasi azvarliti in albastru si cei doi in turcoaz. 

Urme de dans de papusa pe umbrella unei domnisoare sconcs

intr-o dimineața plina si suficienta. 

split in two

my heart is split in two

and I have no way out 

two parts 

the mother and the wild woman

the rules follower and the rebel 

the responsibile and the stars runner 

the dreamer and the analytic one 

never one side story of my life 

song

sent me a song once 

in a space you never left out 

and I felt it

I dont know how you do it 

how you make me feel 

more than to think,

because I usually do use my green waves

I am used to it. 

you seem to think more, so I can feel more when you are around.  

hidden truth

a time comes when hidden truth

reveals from within

a time comes when I need to choose

what I can live with, or live without. 

a time of change and heart ache. 

overdressed hands

overdressed 

my hands start to tell the world

the story of the women behind me

the unheard 

the unbalanced 

the unconditional loving woman 

the mother

the ones that took the hardship in their 

tears, 

in their guts or on their skin

the ones that carried all the bad in their bones.

not letting it touch their children. 

not letting it out 

still nothing you hide inside 

stays hidden forever

it comes back from within 

generations after. 

Autumn Dream

familiar faces spread across the globe within the tree of life's roots.

its leaves shares their laughter

when they slowly fly to the lowest level of Hades's world. 

Autumn's dream is endless

and starts on the 31st of August

The best and last day of summer. 

tree of life

in your absence, 

your presence appears tattooed on my skin like an old oak 

that has no other reason 

to be than life itself. 

letter

somedays I would like to write you a letter written in pencil, handwritten.

to sign it with an unknown name Silvia or Martha, or Agatha maybe.  

In the letter nothing of importance, except maybe the changes I see in you.

The way your neck changed, it is slimmer.

The way your voice changed a little, 

it found pace, something it was looking for

Your tired eyes. 

Your love of life and light and desire, not ever directly expressed verbally.

the way I feel like myself, more when I am close to you.

inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are emotions 

wrapped in inulin

At the limit of my being 

there are hills that my hips shake

there are clowds I ride 

and 

little flowers with huge roots

tree roots, that changed perspective 

and refrained from growing

At the limit of my being 

rain and summer light.