And there is darkness, within you
With all its shades, whispers and fright
Surrounds your heart and paints your hair
With streaks of night…
And there is light, within your eyes
That’s stolen from the Sun’s own right
And pastures’ green and moon-like white
Shimmer delight…
And there is hunger, that I see
A grieve for love, for hope and dreams
A crave for that which makes you „be”,
But not for me…
Nadir
 | cristina la Nimicul |
 | Andrea Shifulescu la La mama lu vikingii… |
 | warsongu la Oglinda |
| cristina la Oglinda |
| cristina la Daca nu esti cuminte vine DNAu… |
| cristina la Dragi PSDisti, ma pis pe votul… |
| warsongu la Dragi PSDisti, ma pis pe votul… |
| warsongu la Dragi PSDisti, ma pis pe votul… |
| cristina la Dragi PSDisti, ma pis pe votul… |
 | animal00 la Dragi PSDisti, ma pis pe votul… |
| warsongu la NU VA DUCETI LA SALVAVET! |
 | Alexandru la NU VA DUCETI LA SALVAVET! |
 | Marian Dorobantu la NU VA DUCETI LA SALVAVET! |
| Marian Dorobantu la NU VA DUCETI LA SALVAVET! |
| Marian Dorobantu la NU VA DUCETI LA SALVAVET! |
Minunate versuri.M-am rascolit citindu-le.Dar , scuza-mi ignoranta , cui apartin ?
adica de cine sunt scrise sau catre cine?
sunt scrise de mine, catre cineva…
Repet,sunt minunate,la fel ca si sentimentele tale pentru cea care le-a inspirat.
Imi amintesc de un clasic:
Visand,intrezarim prin doruri-
latente-n pulberi aurii
paduri ce ar putea sa fie
si niciodata nu vor fi.
Lucian Blaga
….sau cel putin mie asa mi-au rezonat.
insightful, alex…