Love drips out of my lines. There is not ink But sweetness and joy protruding in small afternoons befuddled in glimpses of light dancing on leaves and ruby flowers… When skies glance at the coolness of moonshine and butterflies kept…
This blog is not about Writing. It is about Thanking… I thank myself through my poems. As the flocks of words in my head keep bursting into images that only ink can hold. (I am totally unartistic…I cannot draw or…
We are all fighters in trenches and bleeders on batterfields. We are all thinkers of simplicities and beauties. We are all carriers of hopes and smiles. We are all dreamers of strange countries full of secrets and dreams. We are…
Ca antreprenori vindem in primul rand credibilitate, apoi servicii si produse. Cum fabricam credibilitate? Prin creativitate…si…multa munca… Eu m-am apucat de scris, acum vreo cativa ani…Am deschis cateva bloguri, de promovare, dar mai ales de ajutor pentru orice cititor care…
Somewhere, There and Anywhere are decent proposals of good-byes. Uttered in different keys Of Wisdom, Hope and Grief, Launched in midnight dreams and finished in the afternoons That whispers in the wind Cannot bear in the prime of spring… …Sending…
My words are all colours I see them in greens and blues and reds and yellows. A green is for midsummer’s eve A white is for a flower A blue is for you And for me, I have TRUE. “Truer”…