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Ah , vino tu , miracol, sa ma scuturi ! sunt camp cu rod ascuns printre cuvinte .De-as fi eu furul sortit a le prada ! Sa fie toate acestea aievea or parere ?….

….Un greier, spre marea mea uimire, mi-a soptit : Da,  aievea sunt si lanul , si norii, si parfumul, si iubitul . Visez in propriile-mi  drumuri ca vanturile lumii in Eol . Si toate se ofera linistit din mine –  aievea sunt  si plina de-o blanda maretie – ce seamana galceava-ntre vaz si mirosit.

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by mother nature at Tidal Basin  and streets of Wash.dc –cherry blossom :

*To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there .

If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature’s  holy plan ,

Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man ? *( WW)

… I rest my case…

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Happy Mother’s day !!!!

* All day I think about it , then at night I say it :

Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing ?

I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.*


Thanks  !!!


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my Van Gogh

Prin ochi de soare un iris mare se uita-n noi . Si vede-un soare mic ce -ascunde sub culori o destramare…floarea soarelui 020un vant sub care nu mai e nimic . Iar soarele sta . Si sta si timpul . Doar vantul trece , petala cu al ei  solar ce-mpunge cerul…


floarea soarelui 036

Tu , vara cu miros de cald , fundal pictat de dincolo de scena , pe care ochiul -il poarta  spre lumina….


Ce liniste…o pala de caldura pandeste-n mana lui nebuna….



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Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you
Away, I’m bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, I’m bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I’m bound to leave you
Away, I’m bound away, cross the wide Missouri.

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you,
Away, you rolling river
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to see you
            Away, I’m bound away, cross the wide Missouri

 ski at Shenandoah


  She said she would not be my lover / because I was a tarry sailor / A way -we’re bound away /’cross the wild Missouri /At last there came a Yankee skipper…/ He winked his eyes , end he tipped his flipper…/ He sold  the Chief that fire -water…/And ‘cross the river he stole  his daughter……..

      Oh Shenandoah , I love your  daughter…way-aye , you rolling river /I’ll take her  ‘cross yon rolling  water…. A way-we’re bound away……….




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