a murit tata

a murit tata

the bucket list

the bucket list

cold, mostly.. during the day, the sky is more black than blue. there's not enough air to reflect the sunlight. but at night, you've never seen so many stars. seems like they're just out of reach, and so bright.. they're like little holes in the floor of heaven.

we live to die another day.. our lives are streams, flowing into the same river.. towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. we live. we die. and the wheels.. go round and round..

have you found joy in your life? has your life brought joy to others?

o poveste ce nu poti s'o spui

o poveste ce nu poti s'o spui
de nedespartit cativa copii
albe haimanale
care pun la cale
sotii, nebunii, nazdravanii

un amurg, o margine de camp
ei coboara zmeiele din vant
orice seara mi'ei e
o mica odisee
cu dorinte in priviri arzand

vin ca prin poveste despartiri
cum sunt si in alte povestiri
vine'apoi uimirea
a fi in toata firea
si rusinea unor amintiri

astazi se mai vad intamplator
si atunci grabiti sa para vor
nu mai urca zmeie
si nici o scanteie
nu se mai aprinde'n ochii lor