A Parallax of Thoughts, re-blogged from poet Amit Rahman.

Originally posted on Poems:
O Butterfly, flap not your wings in Africa! Each time you do a violent storm rips me apart, though my love is not like the madness of oil’s price, moved up and down by the pride of Caligula and nor am I the Emperor, O silent Sky!      I was not born a thousand years ago, neither would I live… Continue reading A Parallax of Thoughts, re-blogged from poet Amit Rahman.

Cerșind ultima secundă – Begging for the last second

Originally posted on look around!:
For English version click here Cei care nu simt fiecare clipă își cerșesc degeaba ultimele secunde Source: Google Image Fiecare clipă are frumusețea ei. Luminoasă sau întunecată, ea își păstrează farmecul. Așa cum nu există pajiște fără buruieni, așa nu există nici viață fără suferință. Chiar dacă realizăm sau nu, orice clipă are un efect asupra nostră. Frumusețea unui moment… Continue reading Cerșind ultima secundă – Begging for the last second

Somewhere, sometime

Somewhere it is six o’clock and shop-keepers are taking stock of goods and cash remaining at the end of the day before turning the lock. Church bells chime, or “dong,” or “clack” depending on the location and era– and also on the training of the smith that forged the ironwork in his area. Somewhere it is eight o’clock past time for sun-setting at end of … Continue reading Somewhere, sometime