6 decembrie 2019
THANK YOU!
10 octombrie 2018
Missing you!
Every 10th of October, I get up in the morning thinking of you. You are most definitely not the only one that has dissapeared from life, mine and the other's, leaving a huge void. You are, for me, not even as close as others that have dissapeared. But I can't stop thinking about the first time I saw you, when you were just a bundle in that little cot in your mother's house. You were, the first baby I ever saw, that I can remember even now. You grew up, near me, like my little sister, our mothers helping each other, and loving each other, and teaching us the value of the family you choose, more than the family you are given. You left, and years passed, without us seeing each other, but having that special place in each other's hearts. And then, you had that amazing baby, that looks so much like you, that is unerving to look at. And I was happy for you. I was happy life gave you a reason to love even more. And hope even more. Five years ago, my mum came to me saying she needs to talk to me, but being heavily pregnant, she wasn't sure how to tell me what she needed. And I learned that you were, for ever gone. That life happened yet again, and took you from them, from us, from the world. My darling little sister, you had such a short time to make your mark, and you did it so beautifully, and so definitelly, that I can't stop thinking that you still live among us. I wish I could tell your son of all the great moments I saw you growing up. I wish I could tell your real sister of all the crazy childhood happenings I witnessed. I wish I could take back time and hold you even one more time. I did, do, and will love you for ever. Hope you see him, them, us, from up among the stars.
Missing you,
A.
20 septembrie 2018
I would rather!
I would rather be happy, than be sad. And, as life shows you, there are so many reasons to be sad, that you could spend it all, wollowing in a pool of your own misery. Happiness doesn't come for free, as it does not, nor will it ever, come for money. But it costs you. It costs you the will to learn not to expect, it costs you the feelings you invest in your loved ones, the ones that you have no choice but to love. It costs you the days and nights spent in conscious struggle with yourself, when you try to learn that not all things happen TO YOU. Some things just happen. And you are in the way.
I would rather do the things that I love, and that make me happy. But not all of them are possible. So, instead, I learn to be happy with the things I do, because they don't define me. They just complete the picture of my life.
I would rather people liked me, but I am not about to change the way I think and the things I believe in, for someone's comfort. So, instead, I learn to like the ones I meet, see the bright human design in every one, and get on with my life, with lessons learned from every one of them.
I would rather be somewhere else. In a distant land, full of towering mountain shadows, deep dark forests with smell of millenial pines, rivers running mad in deep valleys. But I am not. And I smell the strange plants of this new land of mine, and watch the strange sun coming from a wrong direction, and think to myself "this is my new world, and I will learn to see it with new eyes, and love it the way I love the old one.
I would rather years didn't go by so fast, and the feeling that old age is just around the corner would not be so implicit. But they are. And it is. And every time I look into my children's eyes it's becoming more obvious. It doesn't feel like it though. If I didn't have them, to compare me against, I would never realize the amount of days, hours and minutes that is now forming memories behind me. The only thing that makes me happy, is the amount of days, hours, and minutes, that their presence promises to turn into memories from now on!
With hope,
A
21 august 2010
LOOSING MY RELIGION
A.
18 decembrie 2009
ALTCINEVA
Cu teama,
A.
11 decembrie 2009
Pui de om...
Cu infinita dragoste,
A.
7 decembrie 2009
...
Mi-e greu sa spun asta. Tare greu, si n-am crezut ca voi ajunge vreodata sa o spun... dar, daca se termina criza plec. Imi iau pustiul, imi iau barbatul... si ma duc sa-i dau o sansa sa fie ceva- canadian, neo-zeelandez, australian... orice numai dobitoc vrajit de bici nu...
Cu amaraciune si sila...
A.
28 noiembrie 2009
Mi-ar fi placut sa fi scris eu poezia asta-dar... jos palaria domnule Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Cu admiratie,
A.
22 noiembrie 2009
Intrebari...
Mami: "Mare, mare bebe."
Sacha: "Cat de mare mami?"
Mami: "Mare mami, la fel de mare ca dragostea mea pentru tine"
Sacha: "Atunici inseamna ca nu incape in gandurile mele?"
Mami: "Incape bebe... in gandurile noastre incape universul intreg..."
Sacha: "Cat inseamna univers?"
Mami: " Cat toata apa pe care au plouat-o norii vreodata... cat toate bataile inimilor oamenilor... cat toata linistea din padure..."
Sacha: "Lumea face parte din univers?"
Mami: "Da."
Sacha: "Atunci inseamna ca lumea e un univers mai mic?"
Sacha: "De ce ploua mami?"
Mami: "Pentru ca ploaia hraneste toate fiintele vii..."
Sacha: "Adica pot sa deschid gura si sa ma hranesc cu ploaie?"
Mami: "Ai putea... doar ca ai ramane tot Sacha mititel..."
13 iunie 2009
Amintiri
A.
24 martie 2009
Happy birthday to me...
A.
9 ianuarie 2009
No name
A.
6 decembrie 2008
ALMOST...
I know one day... I will almost say good-bye to you... just almost...
A.
18 noiembrie 2008
Dark
Doare...
A.
7 noiembrie 2008
Instinct primar
Imi doresc totusi sa nu-mi revad fata asta prea des. Cateodata ma sperie si pe mine...
Dar nu azi.
A.