Haotice din Oz...but The wonder of u

cand eram mica desenam culori cu bunicul. daca cumparam mere, le lustruia, le aseza intre si umbre si soare, le admiram si apoi le pictam. Era fascinant in lumea aia lina de cartoane si vopsele si pensule de toate marimile.
acum IUBITUL DRAG mai vine doar printr-o culoare. asa il mai intalnesc uneori fara sa ne certam. Si uite asa imi vine sa plang de fericire si drag. O culoare si atat. Dragul in drag. Cand apare. Apare printr-o culoare de vara.


cand mori, important e sa mori cu zambetul pe buze. e bine sa ai in urma ta si un copil, daca nu proiecte internationale.

Daca nu, dragoste.

si asa, nu mori niciodata. De fapt. Te asezi la radacina copacilor si zambesti soarelui. Pentru mine nu exista moarte. Doar repaos si contemplare.

And I drink this tea with a slice of red apple in its nest, and even this tea is happier than me now…With a red slice of apple, flavoured, in it. This is what I loved from grandpa, the perfume of the plants and trees with apples, the rice milk with cinnamon and the youghurt with cherry jam.

Once I stayed in a bed, filled with fairy tales and I have also bears friends, and colours. I painted worlds with them, which I used to dream about helped by the taste of the camomille tea, with apple slices sank in it… and youghurts were making love with the jams of my grandpa, and my bears loved each other all the time. Though the one that I loved the most was a black doll which was different, exotic, but different, and… sad. So I tried to dye for her different dresses to make her coloured and happy. All of these I've learnt from my grandpa, so as to listen the heart of small things, or unusual things…


Friday August 15, 2008 - 01:54pm