One from hundreds of leaves has stolen my attention: the heart of the tree. I could have kept it for myself but I let it free in the confusion of the Wind watching its slow leaving.
Desiring the desire of the desire.
Frozen petals. (II)
Her petals freezes when the lips of the Earth have uncertain directions. Frozen in summer, fall, even spring. Melted in the arms of winter. (for those who didn’t see it) I recommend my beautiful Snowflake (in the summer).
To love only the Sun, when Rain means abundance, wouldn’t be mistaken?
Harmony between minds, seasons.
September 8, 5:30 in the morning. The Sea is singing. I will not leave the shore.
They used to touch me.
My flower did open and then so beautifully she died.
Sun. Flower. Rain. (II)
We don’t belong to anyone and no one belongs to us, I said lately to myself.
From illusions to reality.
A friend once called me an incurable romantique. I laughed. She did not know me well. Even so she somehow was right: she did see something in me. Another person told me that I am “o fantezistă”. This person was also right. And now what does all this mean? That I might have to return to reality; … Continue reading From illusions to reality.