Wednesday, December 8, 2010

sufletul

trezindu-se din somnul
netrbnicului lut
se lasa-n voia sortii
pasind in inceput

suflari asemeni siruri
ce legamantul poarta
promise-s cu sfarsirul
doar ca sa inceapa

dar taina lor deapururi
tintita-i dimprejur
de lanturi se se-nnoada
la umbra unui mur

cand pasi de colo colo
purtati de-a lui dorinta
neobositi alearga
un dor de biruinta

atunci incet farama
e gata sa-ncolteasca
sa creasca trup ce -n jurui
incepe sa umbreasca

o umbra ce se-ntinde
si-n valuri se revarsa
strajer este doar murul
ce-n taina o sa le-opreasca

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

<b>hidden

forgotten lurks behind
a tear
somewhere, where ,lost may find themselves
the eyes
above the head,
a lonley candle

in silence witneses
the life

it seems to be the same
old jurney
unspoken truth or hidden
lies
who cares if there is
no glory
as long the story
never dies


the breze of end, a blow
releases

and candle fades
into the past
untold another story
is waiting
forgotten just behind
the pass


behind themselves
there is a hidden story
when blows are ment to be for all the same
there is no need for eyes
to drop a tear
when life is lied
for candle's glory/

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Te-as fi privit de atatea ori
nenumarate clipe,
m-as fi lasat sedus de gand
purtat de alui aripe,

Sa te mangai din nou as vrea
cu un gand de dor langa ureche,
la bratul meu ca sa-ti alint
nurii-ti tai pereche.

Si apoi sa ascult al tau suspin
o melodie-n soapte
atingere de buze moi
ce ma saruta-n noapte

Si iia ta so lasi sa cada
pe flori de iasomie,
destainuindu-ti trupul gol
numai si numai mie.

Danut Ardelean

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

to you......

Words you never told me,
Sing near the lighthouse ,
My music.
How many gestures ,
Have you abandoned into my arms,
I wonder?
I watched you in silence,
Hoping  that one day.......
You will return.
As a bondless drop,
From a bondless ocean,
Then I will be ready
To presint my surrender,
To the blue depth,
Of your eyes.........


Danut Ardelean

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Zeul Pagan

Un zeu pagan a-ntors clepsidra
s-a plictisit de-atatia cupidoni si zei,
a mai tunat in sinea lui odata
si-a fulgerat blestemul spre ei.

Un cantec ruginit se naste-n strune rupte
acum maiastra harpa-si canta mortii,
siraguri lungi se impletesc in necuvinte
ce-nchina o oda sluta sortii

Si cupidoni cu aripi frante
au inceput sa cada din olimp,
o lume noua isi deschide poarta
spre cei ratacitori prin timp.

Si-n asta lume este soare
e fad si segetaza varfuri de pelin
spre cei ce-au ridicat mainile-n aer,
zabind perfid, cu chipul lor senin,

Un zeu pagan a-ntors clepsidra
a mai facut un pas spre nemurire
iar celor multi le-a daruit,
un loc etern in amintire

The pgan god

a pagan god turned back the time
too many gods have got him bored
then cast a spell upon the rats
releasing thunders for himself once more.

a rotten tune arrives from broken strings
unspoken words are telling now the truth
the holy harp betrays the faith
paying the tribute to the dead.

angels having broken wings
from Olimpus begin to fall
a whole new world opens its gate
to receive them, All.

a toothless Sun lightens the world
being upset begins to throw,
at ones who dared god and raised their hands
some pieces from the broken rainbow.

a pagan god turned back the time
stepping ahead into immortality
for all of us he left a gift,
the etenal palce in Mermory.


Danut Ardelean
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Univers

Un soare stirb se chinuie sa rada
si arunca fara mila, franturi din curcubeu
spre cei ce au ridicat mainile-n aer
sa-l prinda de picior pe Dumnezeu

In nori un cor de voci ingana
un cant de dor in necuvinte,
nascute-n vremuri vechi,
acolo ,jos,printre morminte

Un inger plange fara lacrimi
pierdut prin ierburile gri,
in urma-i suflete siraguri
urmeaza-i pasul , miii si mii.
Univers

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Danube Waterfall

Monday, June 14, 2010

Freedom
I let you fall into the shadow
Your hand can't touch me anymore
I stepped  away the path is narrow
Beyond there is another door

I let you fall and I am not sorry
I am the stone which rules the edge
A piece of me with you is falling
Somhwere down into the age  


Danut Ardelean

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Secretul

Ape uda tarmuri slute
Rotind undele-n zadar
Ca apoi perfid,veninul
Sa-l reverse langa far

Langa o stanca cenusie
Un trup sade ghemuit
Cufundandu-se in umbra
Ce se leapada de zid

Stropii tulburi se strecoara
Pe sub giulgiul ce sublim
Inconjoara-n alb de ceata
Nuri cu urme de pelin

Picuri rosii intr-o salba
Zac uitati pe mana stanga
Care cauta fara vlaga
Marea care sta sa planga

Stand ascuns in curcubeul
Ce se frange in cristal
Sageteaza incodata
Cu privirea-i de metal

Si nici noaptea si nici stanca
Nu mai par ca sa ascunda
Gandul care inca taie
Pan' la os in mana  stanga

Danut Ardelean

Monday, April 19, 2010

 
The secret

Ugly shores are soaked in waters
That in vain surround themselves
Foaming treacherously the venom
In a crest above the waves

Crouching close her gentle body
Near to the jaded stone
Melt herself into the shadow
That's emerging from the wall

Drops of blue are playing restless
Underneath the satin dress
To embrace in sin the beauty
Of her pale colored breasts

Red sapphires in a bracelet
Lurk forgotten on her hand
That is drawing empty gestures
In that sea which has no end

Standing hidden in the rainbow
That is bowing over shore
Sent his looks to pierce the body
That is laying on the stone

Not the moon,nor the night
Seem to hide it anymore
Thought of death that is still cutting
In her hand , deep to the bone 


Danut Ardelean

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Panoramic Sunset

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Fluturi


Ai vrea sa-i vezi in stoluri
Spre neguri ca se-ndreapta
Ca se topesc in umbre
Cu totii deodata




Cu aripi ca de vultur
Scurteaza-n zbor vazduhul
Si dintr-o suflare
Le cade prada gandul


Apoi se-nvarat in juru-i
Alti fluturi care vin
Si-incep incet sa soarba
Nectarul din venin




Licoarea-i tot mai dulce
Sorbind  necontenit
Din timpul care uita
Ca vraja s-a oprit


Danut Ardelean

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Atentie! s-ar putea sa  platim pana la urma
!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Bani De Toata P*~@ "fără număr, fără număr"

Tot Românul cu tupeu…
Are-n taşcă leu' greu

50guta
Iar Românul ce munceşte…
Ăsta-i leu' ce-l primeşte

basescu zero

Friday, March 19, 2010

Poarta

The gate


Slowly with your empty steps
There is no pain or sorrow
To reach among the clouds that gate
Surrounded by the shadow

You wished to have stopped on your path
The waves are your guidance
There are some voices calling you
Beyond the gate in silence

The clock is tired now
It seems to tick no more
For the ones who came among the last
Knocking on the same door


Danut Ardelean


Asa cu pasi marunti si goi
Te-indrepti purtat de unde
Si-a ajungi la poarta dintre nori
Inconjurat de umbre

Si-ai vrea din drum sa te abati
Dar undele te poarta
Sunt voci ce parca te opresc
Si te doresc deodata

In urma-ti ceasul ostenit
Continua sa bata
Pentru cei care uitat
De ce sunt langa poarta


Danut Ardelean

Thursday, March 11, 2010

She

For the first time when you open wide
She looks into your eyes,
She smiles,she says: I love you,
Releasing slow her arms

Since you have forgotten
It had passed a while
She was seeking for the others
For you, She had a smile

You wish, you never met her
You want to throw with stones,
You want her chained forever
No matter where she goes.

Finding yourself in battle
Into your veins , no blood
It is just a thirst that's flowing
The thirst,to be a God

Yes! You are laughing now
You know, you have got the keys
She fell into forgotten
Lost in darken seas

The wine is sweeter now
It has never been the same
Gods are sharing cups
You drink ,you have no shame

When bells announce to you
It's late for all your friends
Alone you try to call her
To hold you from the shades

Tears in the silence
Tell ,It's meant to be
Now the groom is ready
For his bride,to see

Once again she smiles
In her arms ,she holds you
Kissing you the first time
Telling slow, I love you.

Danut Ardelean

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Ea




De cand deschisa-i ochii
Ea-i prima ce-ti zambeste
Te lasa jos din brate-i
Spunand ca te iubeste    




Apoi mai trece o vreme
O uiti dar ea revine
In treacat pe la altii
Spunand ca-i dor de tine


Ai vrea sa arunci cu pietre
S-o mai sa nu mai vie
Ai vrea s-o pui in lanturi
S-o uiti pentru vecie


Si te trezesti in lupta
C-un aer sfidator
Astepti sa vina maine
Azi esti triumfator


Mai vine-un azi si-un maine
Si tot asa mereu
Prin vene-ti curge  setea
De-a fi un Dumnezeu


Deh! iti razi in barba
Caci cheia e la tine
Ea te-a uitat demult
Te-ai dovedit pe sine


Si vinul e mai dulce
Acum ca niciodata
Bei in nesimtire
Cu zeii laolalta


Cand te trezesti esti singur
Prietenii-ti sunt umbre
O chemi, dar ea nu vine
E dusa oare? Unde?


Si o mai strigi odata
Si-i spui ca-i esti sortit
C-o vrei acum mireasa 
Ca timpul a venit!   


Iar ea te ia in brate-i
Cu ochii -i goi zambeste
Iti da sarutul dulce 
Spunand ca  te iubeste

                           Danut Ardelean


Friday, March 5, 2010

Love Story


Trough the haze and darken bushes
Harbinger is sent again
To observe if there is something
In the World,outside his den


Words and voices begin to shiver
Melting slow behind his tongue
Vaguely ancient cryptic meanings
Daring all, too far beyond.


Time to time the heavy crystal
Gathers lightnings from the sky
To surround in light the circle 
That has got inside The Eye


He is standing in the shadow
Staring deeply for a while
Having on his face a glamour
Of the perfect fading smile


Hair falls over his shoulder
Into yellow sandy wrap 
Covering the hand that signals
From beneath the coloured cloak 


In a rush the broken mirror
Gathering itself aside
Reveals a soften image
That is bathing in the light


Then a captive wish is calling
Disturbing the icy  flesh
To implore again for freedom
And for time to live the place


Raising high his wooden crook
Fast he smiths a golden thorn
Which is meant to pierce the body
That had failed to reborn





Drops of blue release the venom
Poisoning the sacred  stone
Calling in a silent whisper
Sleeping demon form his home  

Whining loud from darken shadows 
Scraping restless in the path
Bows his head to get his master
In a saddle on his back


Mountains , break themselves to pieces
To build up an icy bridge
That avoids the living forest
Which is raising from the mist















Speeding up into the hollow
Trouble not from any thought
They got lost within a second
Dropping dead the world behind


And they stop where Winds are forcing
All the roads to join the Rule
To drink water from the fountain
That's emerging from the dune.


The horse went to fill the calyx 
For the master he beloved
Holly water from the fountain
To refresh their thirsty throat





After that he bows with care
Whining in a softly way
Becoming two drops of venin
When he gave his breath away  


Tiny spots of blue are running
In the dust next master's feet
To enrol into a necklace 
For the princes as a gift


In his gauntness hand is hanging
A white fragment of a shroud 
To enfold the precious treasure
That is laying on the ground


The wonderer ,the path that lessens
Joined together in a quest
For a hiding place that's giving
Shelter and some time to rest.


Narrowing to southern border
Another way leads to a gate
Guarded by some burning torches
That lighten the place in red


Two Herumvii dressed in armour
Stare with their empty look
Pointing the spikes to rear
After they have searched the book





From beneath emerge the stairs
Coiling steps lead to the Floor
Which itself splits into the pieces
When he passes through the door


Then he sees a curvy shadow
Covered by a tiny veil
Breathless kissing the canopy
Rounded by the steel rail.  





Looking deep the stunning beauty
He feels that he has to go
Next that bed where the lady
Charms his body heart and soul


From underneath the jaded robe
He pulls out a blade of prey
And encrusts a tiny symbol
On her face made out of clay 


Touching hands embrace her body
That responds in whispered moans
In a way that only master
Could seduce the living ghost


Waterfalls of absent gestures
Searching for the game to close
Hide her neck behind a necklace
Crafted from the venin pearls 


Lively eyes begin to wonder
How long has remained to wait
To melt deep into the other
Destined missing soul mate


Icy hands surround her sadly
And put eyes of green to sleep
Blazing fire in her body
Which becomes a wavy mist  


It's his voice that angry thunders 
Closing words in their meaning
Pushing hard her fragile  presence
At the end of wall's beginning   


Hands are mixing dust with water
To embrace a shape of clay
Which is heading  in a gallop 
Toward stony wall of grey 


Drops of water from the bottle
Rush themselves against the wall
To breach wide in heavy stone
Clear as crystal, the last door.


Howling steps carry his body
Somewhere close to endless edge
Ignoring the World that's falling
Slowly down into the age


Just a harp so bored is roaring
In her strings a mawkish tune
Honouring the buried secrets
Deep beneath the lonely dune.  


So he reaches to the crossroad
There in the mountain's gap
To decrypt an ancient message
Which is written on a slab


Sign of cross in blazing fire
It's  a hard burden to bear
For the one which heartless trying
To follow the path up there


There in a loch is bathing
Queen of night her holly grace
So he wanted in that water
To regard his ugly face 


The whole loch begin to shiver
Waters run hysterical 
To enclose the crippled picture
Into a concentric circle


Evil eyes beneath are searching
For a key to close his fate
Which is written on column
At the entrance of the gate  


Disturbing again the water
With his hungry sordid look
Took away the sharpest splinter
From his twisted wooden crook


He pierces with hate his finger
Crushing it into his hand
And released the blue of venin
That engulfs the golden sand  


Whining loudly in the shadow
From his nostrils blazing fire
Cometh demon stopped  his gallop
To obey again his sire

 
Precious stones and red saphires 
Prank the saddle on his croup
A long ridge of golden hair
Ends into a darken loop


And they flew over the mountains
Seas of green they crossed them fast
In the end of their journey 
They have reached the lonely path


There next the stony portal
When the master blown the horn
Drops of death joined together
The first breath of his reborn


A purple light breaks into pieces
There under the mountains ridge
To lighten the narrow passage
That is crossing over bridge


Giant hands lift into the air
And  protect him from the frost 
That is covering the hollow
And the arch he couldn't cross 


They abandon the stiff body
To embrace the dark alone
Kissing dead the love that's breathing
Trough the wicked crystal ball 





Danut Ardelean

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Monday, March 1, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Traveller

He might be seen along the road
It's happening for years,
So odd ,it is the way he suddenly arrives,
The way......he disappears .


His empty eyes are looking deep
And time to time he smiles,
A shade of gesture, that is all he gives,
Whenever he may stop.

A lady saw him once, to pass
The road he took that day,
It,s just another lurking path
Beyond,the yesterday.

The same old road,avoids the cross
Narrowing, up there
For us, nobody came to tell
If it's leading anywhere.


Danut Ardelean

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Specialitate Romaneasca

Racheta Alba

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Man In The Mirror

Shreddred pieces.In your bedroom.
You don't look.Anymore,
Instead of a smile ,into a mirror,
Stands out in silence, just the wall.

Shreddred pieces . In your bedroom.
Cutting stars....on the floor,
Foud their sky on the bottom
In a bin , next to the door.

Shreddred pieces. In your bedroom.
A clear image ?No more.
Refuses to fade into the background,
Killing the man in the mirror.

Danut Ardelean

I Would

I would have looked at you.
So many times I could not count,
I would have left myself seduced,
Knowing you  arround.

I would have had  into my arms,
So calm ,so beautiful  to rest,
A blessing ,touching both my eyes,
The softness of your lovely breasts.

I would have slowly left to fall,
Your dress. Then to dream,
While I am loving your naked body
Layed among the jasmine.

Danut Ardelean

I wish

I wish.. I was a cloud that  rides the wind
Somewhere,among the other clouds a little spot
To meet you there, in the dream,
Faster  than I thought.

I wish you'd foud beside when you wake up
A note.I wasn't here,
A flower standing in a glass,
Waiting, silent, near.

I wish today was yesterday
Than again ,tomorrow
When I was there in your arms,
And never felt the sorrow.

Danut Ardelean

My Friend

I am asking for my friend
There are so many words,I have not said
I wish I could spell them so loud,
Before ....she left,before she left

The days are waving ,passing by
Today, one day,perheaps tommorow,
They'll bring me news about my friend,
Who's far and safe,away from sorrow.

I asked the shore, where is my friend?
We used to walk along together,
Before... we jumped into that sea of green
To meet beneath the sin, forever.

I chased the waves,I asked them too,
Where is my friend?do you have any clue?
One gives me nothing,the other takes
Another memory of you.

I asked myself, where is my friend?
I tried to look.As far ...as I could see,
A fear lurcks inside ,my fiend
That you already found....another me.

Danut Ardelean

In Tacere

Exista ceruri dincolo de ceruri,
Si stele sunt, departe ,de-aste stele,
Si toate cufundate sunt,
De-antregul in tacere.

Si mai depare-i,doar un gand,
Ce-i dincolo de ele,
Cuvant, ce fara de cuvant,
Te cheama in tacere.

Si ratacind te indrepti spre port,
Precum o adiere,
Corabia de cand te stii,
Te-asteapta in tacere.

Raman doar lacrimi care curg,
Nu-i loc de mangaiere,
Apari asa si pleci la fel,
In urma-ti doar tacere.

Danut Ardelean

In
Silence

There is a sky ,with many stars,
And many stars ,like islands,
Are lurkin' lost, somewhere beyond,
                       In Silence.


Farther ,there is just a thought.
As farther I thought, up there.
Beeing called, I must to go
            In silence, anywhere.


Howling like a ghost ,you go
You have been always ready,
The ship is waiting ,in the docks
        In silence ,just to carry


Tears running down like rivers,
As rivers flow ,to carry on your ship,
That's all what's left behind,your dreams,
         In silence,  lost so deep  
  
      Danut Ardelean


Monday, February 8, 2010

Prima Iubire

Priveam in ochii tai pierdut,
Un vis ce se destrama,
Dar te iubeam ca la-nceput,
A nustiu cata oara.

Pe banca primului sarut,
Unde iubeam .odinioara
Doua priviri, un vis sunt, l-a inceput
A nustiu cata oara.

Danut Ardelean

In Noapte

O cununa de vorbe,
Impletita in soapte,
Ma cheama afara,
In noapte.

Pasii-mi se-ndreapta
Trupul sa-mi poarte,
Spre poarta deschisa
In noapte.

Ochii mi-s mucezi,
De-atatea nefapte,
lumina-s pe calea, ce duce
In noapte.

Danut Ardelean

I see

I see so many souls in chains...
It seems they never stop,
To rush themselves along the slope,
In their search for light.

I see the shepard of the path,
So old so bored, but sorrow,
A tear is that all I 've got
For him to pay Tomorrow.

Perheaps it's just, the way it ment to be
To see before the end,
To find yourself, your Christ so dead,
As well is Mohamed.

Every me Every you

Surrender to me
Don't be afraid
There's nothing left
There's nothing said

Don't look behind
In every you
There is a me
That tells what's true

Close your eyes
Release my fear
In every you
I cry my tear

Forget about
You ever knew
In every me
Is every you

Danut Ardelean

Acte

O lacrima se scurge pe obraz,
Franturi din curcubeu,se rup la capatai,
Te pleci spre publicul absent, cortina cade
Se-aud aplauze....aici se-ncheie actu intai.
 
Si toamna vine-n ruguri ruginii,
Covor de lungi suspine asterne-n actul doi,
Te pregatesti, mai faci o plecaciune,
N-auzi un sunet,si lacrima devine doar un dor.

               Danut Ardelean

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Poveste de dragoste



Printre neguri si hatisuri'
Isi trimite solul iar
Ca sa vada tot ce misca
In taramul de clestar.

Vocea-i tremura in vorbe
Cu un aer ragusit
Intelesuri talcuite
Toate de nedeslusit

Si din cand in cand cristalul
Scapara in intuneric
Flugere ce impresoara
In lumina ochiul sferic

El se uita lung din umbre
Si pe chipu-i insipid
Se prelinge-n gol o urma
De-un suras desavarsit

Paru-i cade de pe umeri
Intr-o mantie salcie
Tainuind mana uscata
Care-i face semn sa vie

Si apoi oglinda sparta
Intr-un iures se aduna
Sa-i arate chipul suav
Ce se scalda-n clar de luna

O dorinta-ncatusata
Ravasindu-i trupul rece
Ii implora libertatea
Si o clipa c-a sa plece

Ridicand in slavi toiagul
Care-l tine-n mana stanga
Fauri un colt de aur
Trupu-i vested sa strapunga

Picuri de venin albastru
Cad pe piatra de altar
Ce trezesc din vis mamonul
Care prinde trup de cal

Nechezand in intuneric
Dornic c-a sa scurme drumul
Isi pleca in fata capul
Sa-l incalece stapanul

Muntele se rupe-n doua
Ca sa faca pod de gheata
Peste codrul care invie
Dintr-o mantie de ceata

Fara sa se uite-n urma
O porni intr-o vijele
Scuturandu-se de lumea
Ce i se parea pustie

Ajungand la o rascruce
Calul se opreste-n spume
Sa se-adape la fantana
Ce rasare dintre dune

Iar apoi pune-ntr-o cofa
Ca sa aiba pentru drum
Apa vie, apa moarta
Pentru singurul stapan

Si plcandu-si iara capul
Nechza aproape lin
Cu o ultima suflare
Se preface in venin

Picurile de-un albastru
Se aduna in margele
La picioare-i in tarana
Prinse toate intre ele

Mana lui cea uscativa
Le ridica intr-o salba
Care apoi o infasoara
Intr-o panzatura alba

Si pribeag porni pe drumul
Ce strapunge-n rachitisuri
C-a sa ajunga-n miez de noapte
La soroc in ascunzisuri

Iar de-acolo alta cale
Aratand spre miazazi
Se indreapta catre o poarta
Strajuita de faclii

Doi herumvi turnati in zale
Il privesc cu ochi de sticla
Dintr-o singura miscare
Lancile si le ridica

Din pamant rasare o treapta
Care implineste o scara
Deschizand apoi o usa
Care-n cioburi se separa

El zari atunci o umbra
Imbacata-n giulgi de crin
Ce intinsa fara vlaga
Se topea in baldachin

O privi indelung cu sete
Impietrit si fermecat
De a umbrei frumusete
Care-l cheama langa pat

De sub mantia de jad
Scoase o lama straverzie
Incrustand un semn pe fata-i
Care pare pamantie

Mainile-i preumbla trupul
Ce-i raspunde dulce-n soapte
Atingere de buze moi
Ce-l saruta-n miez de noapte

Si cu-n gest plapand ii prinde
Ascunzandu-i gatul fin
Intr-o  salba de margele
Faurite din venin

Ochii-i se trzesc la viata
Prividul intrebator
Unde-i sufletul pereche
Care-i inca calator

Intristat cu mana-i rece
O cuprinde de mijloc
Se apropie de buze-i
Strecurand in gura-i foc

Tuna apoi c-o voce surda
Un cuvant nedeslusit
Pravalidu-i trupul fraged
Peste pietrele din zid

Cu o mana ia tarina
Iar cu alta apa vie
Si le arunca catre zidul
Ce-i din stanca cenusie

Iar apoi cu apa moarta
Il stropeste incaodata
Si in fata-i se deschide
Din cristal o alta poarta

Iara pasi de colo colo
Il prea poarta in nestire
Si tarimul din dorinta-i
Se topeste-n amintire

Frematand de dor o harpa
Cantec fad mai naste-n strune
O aducere aminte
De secretul dintre dune

Ajungand iar la rascruce
Vede inscris pe-o lespede
Un blestem in slova veche
Ce-l dezleaga repede

Semnul crucii ars in flacari
II e dat celui ce-l poarta
Sa se-avante fara suflet
Pe cararea blestemata

Intr-o balta mandra luna
El vazu ca trupu-si scalda
Si acolo vru deodata
Chipul pamantiu sa vada

Apele se rup in unde
Care fieb isterice
Chip de lut inchis in cercuri
Ce devin concentrice

Ochii serbezi cauta-n valuri
Soarta care nu-l mai paste
Ce-i inscrisa-n carti de stele
Inainte, de-a se naste

Tulburand cu mana apa
Cand vazu acel insemn
Rupse o aschie ascutita
Din toiagul lui de lemn

Si-o impunse adanc in deget
Picurand pe colbul fin
Doua ingemanari albastre
Cu mireasma de venin

Nechezand din neguri iara
Lepadand vapai de foc
Calul se opri inainte-i
Din navalnicul galop

Inseuat cu pietre scumpe
De zafir si diamante
Isi apleaca coama lunga
Sa-l incalece pe spate

Si zburand peste hotare
Peste munti si peste vai
Istovit de-alergatura
Se opri intre carari 

Langa un portal de piatra
Loc ce-i pare cunoscut
Cand din picuri dulci de moarte
Intrupat a renascut

Printr-o fanta ascunsa-n munte
Sub o creasta cenusie
Isi croieste drum prin piatra
O lumina purpurie

Doua maini ridica-n aer
Si formeaza-n jurui scut
Sa-l fereasca de raceala
Podului de netrecut

Si apoi intr-o odaie
Lasa trupul tepenit
Care pentru prima oara
Isi dorea sa fi murit

Ramanand ascuns in coltul
Care-l scalda-n umbre iar
Fereca pe veci iubirea
Intr-o sfera de cristal






 

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Saturday, January 30, 2010

(Patri)autism ,Ace ,brice si carice

Intr-o seara m-a invitat un prieten la Masaua Stricata,la un paharel de pufoaica straineza, d-aia de-a lu' Ionuc Walker,om cumsecade prietenul asta al meu ca dara am fost si la el acasa,si i-am vazut si mobila si tot hucurel..Bineinteles ca nu am putut refuza asemenea invitatie,asa ca inainte sa ma gaindesc cu ce sa ma imbarac eram deja in pub.

     Toate bune si frumoase,pace si virtue c-a sa avem ce bea si ne dea D-zeu sanatate la toti,pana cand amicu asta al meu m-a intrebat daca sunt patriot, Daca spuneam Da cum am vrut ,raspicat si din tot sufletul ,ma tem ca spargeam geamurile de la pub ,de atata entuziasm,dar n-am apucat sa mint,pardon sa spun ca m-a apucat un junghi la inima,de am crezut ca o sa dau ortul lui popala,inainte sa-mi vie sorocul,si mai ales ca nu am vrut sa-l pun intr-o situatie delicata pe amicul meu,care ar fi fost nevoit sa cheme tot felul de KGB-uri, SMURDURI,SI AMBULANCE-uri ca sa-mi salveze bicisnica viata,care in patria mama a fost mai mult da c++at.decat buna.
   Am eschivat ca Doroftei ,raspunsul,si l-am intrbat pa amicul meu ,ce-i veni sa puna intrebari de-a p++a calului,ca nu cred ca e deja beat.si ca ma stie de mult,si stie ca nu am furat nimic in viata mea, nici macar un ac.
    Intr-un final de lovele, am parasit amandoi asa cum se cuvine pub-ul, adica pe sapte carari,ne-am ridicat palariile...,de jos, si ne-m vazut de trbuinta.Si asa in drumul meu spre locatia in care lesiuesc,gadensti ca Gheurila nu mi-a dat pace si m-a inpins la reflctie rutiera,asa  ca sa fac odata pacea de la Costesti cu propriul suflet, adica sa stiu si eu daca sufar sau nu  de( Patri)autism ,ca nu vreu sa ma trezesc cumva beteag fara sa am leac,mai ales aici pe meleaguri straine.
    Mi-am zis ca orice se poate vinde , cu o singura conditie , sa fie pretul corect, la fel si cu patria, daca nu o dai  pa lovele , o dai pa un borcanel de curcubitacee murate,asa cum a facut Floricel mare tablagiu in Armia Romana, un pret de altfel destul de bun,mai ales cand nevasta e vreo mula, care nu stie, nici n-are  nici timp si nici chef, sa ti-o puna de-o muratura,fiindca singura ei preocupare, si indeletnicire este beltul de ochi prin mall,si curatatul de bani de pe card.
E clar ca asta era sanatos tun si nu suferea de nici un( patri)autism,asa cum nu suferim nici noi, povestea tradarii de doi bani servita prostimii drept meniu de seara,de stirile de pe ,,Realitatea,,
   Daca esti sau nu patriot ,tu n-ai nici o vina,dupa ce te-a prins flama asta violet,oricum esti un om mort din punct de vedre politic dimineata urmatoare si nu-ti mai poti exprima realele sentimente ,asa sustinea Hrebe (a nu se confunda cu Hrebenciucul,care este unitatea de masura a coruptiei, si care in functie de valoarea indicata pe sacra spagii, defineste succesul in Romania),cand a spus ca flcara violet iti poate ataca sanatatea, te spala pa ochi da functia de presedinte, ace ,birice , carice  .  Eu tare ma tem sa nu cumva sa ne induca o stare bolnaviciosa  de( patri)autism.c-ai vai de mama noastra ,pardon de tara noastra.

    Daca va intrbati ce traba are briciul si cariciul cu toate astea, pai are treba ca doara nu inseamna   ,,etc,,. Bunicul  odihneasca-se in pace, avea raspunsuri brici, pentru toate dilemele.
Cand eram baiet si eram ca Geoana, m-a pus odata dracul s-al intreb ce e ala un carici.Mosu a avut mereu o inclinatie pedagogica asa ca mi-a dat, nu un raspus, ci sase  ,toate cu o bunavaointa rar intalnita,raspunsuri din astea mai dadea si lupilor cu doua sau patru picioare care au avut de trbuinta sa-l intrbe care-i mersul prin tarla lui, si ca sa fie sigur ca am priceput mi-a tras si o concluzie cu dosu mainii asa ca sa nu uit.De-ar fi trait saracul sint sigur ca ar fi avut cel putin patru raspunsuri si vreo doua concluzii,ca doara  acu ,mi-e mai mare carca si pot duce raspunsuri mai grele, din astea filozofice.

Asa ca o  concluzie pe care mi-o trag singur  cred am si eu un carici de patriotism in mine, dar nu sufar de (patri)autism, si asta-i bine, ca de eram bolnav ,cine stie la cati le dadeam cate un strepsils  ,dar dureri am si eu ca tot omul  din cauza patriei dar nu la inima ci in ....


apropos   Patria e acolo unde e bine.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Joy to Solstice


It's the time......when Moon embraces,
Clouds around and murky shades,
Voices,come,alive! in spirits,
Spreading fear,from the haze.

Dancing virgins kiss the fire,
That enlightens the mighty hill,
Raising hands ,into the prayers,
Crying loud, another Kill.

Slowly,then, the clouds, are braking
Their chain, that guards the moon,
And reveal the fading rainbow,
Who becomes the Ladies ' groom .

Blazing flames,release the music
Free to play from broken strings,
That brings Joy to Solstice's wedding,
Kissing dead the living beings.

                                  Danut Ardelean


Vine-un timp cand mandra luna,
Nori si umbre in jur imbraca,
Vocile in morti invie,
Frica daruind din ceata,

Fecioarele saruta focul,
Care invaluie-n lumina,
Dealul care-n rugi astepta
Moartea iara ca sa vie.

Si incet lantul de nori
Incepand sa se resfire,
Lasa palul curcubeu
Sa devina-n noapte mire

Flacarile ard un cantec
Dar de nunta-n struna rupta,
Si aduce bucurie,
Mortii,care ne saruta.

Danut Ardelean

Monday, January 25, 2010

Pula, pula, pula... Vem pra nossa turma



lyrics:
Hoje é dia de brincar
Pular, dançar e cantar
Vai ter festa no parquinho
Com pipoca e guaraná
Pode aparecer
A festa já vai começar
Vem brincar de pula-pula
Com a nossa turma

Pula, pula, pula... Vem pra nossa turma.
Pula, pula, pula... Com Jesus é mais legal
Pula, pula, pula... Vem brincar de pula
Pula, pula, pula... Vem pra nossa turma

Na, na, na, na, na... He, hei

De cabeça para baixo na montanha-russa
Dá um frio na barriga
Curto a cada instante
Gira-gira sem parar
Com Deus eu sou gigante
Vem brïncar de pula-pula
Com a nossa turma.

Übersetzung von Portugiesisch in Rumänisch


Astăzi este o zi de joc
Salt, dans şi cântă
Va avea parte de pe teren de joaca
Cu floricele şi guarana
Pot să apară
Partid este pe cale de a începe
Hai la joc Pogo
Cu clasei noastre

Pula, Pula, pula ... Vino la clasei noastre.
Pula, Pula, pula ... Cu Isus este cea mai tare
Pula, Pula, pula ... Vino să te joci sări
Pula, Pula, pula ... Vino la clasei noastre

Na, na, na, na, na ... El, hei

Cu susul în jos Roller Coaster
Acesta oferă o fluturi
Scurt fiecare moment
Roundabout fără să se oprească
Cu Dumnezeu Sunt gigant
Hai la joc Pogo Stick
Cu clasei noastre

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Calatorul

Il vezi asa din cand in cand
Pasind pe drum agale
Rasare parca din pamant
Si tot asa dispare,

Cu ochii goi se uita lung,
Din cand in cand zambeste,
Facand acelasi gest plapand
Atunci cand se opreste

Bunicii mei-l vedeau trecand
Pe-un drum de altadata
Pe umerii-i brazdati de vant
Purtand a lui desaga

Acelasi drum ce serpuind
Se-ngusta la rascruce,
De unde nimeni n-a venit
Sa spuna unde duce.


               Danut Ardelean

ar fi culmea

Localitati cu nume ciudat in Romania.



Judetul Vâlcea: Maciuca, Cacacioasa, Milcoiu, Muereasca, Lungesti, Madulari.
Judetul Buzau: Udati-Mânzu, Stâlpu, Boldu, Colti.
Judetul Alba: Cocosesti, Cioara de Sus, Craciunelu de Jos.
Judetul Ilfov: Buda, Afumati, Flamânzeni.
Judetul Giurgiu: Bulbucata, Gogosari, Toporu.
Judetul Neamt: Prajesti, Calu.
Judetul Prahova: Urlati, Baicoi.
Judetul Suceava: Cumparatura, Pârtestii de Sus si de Jos

mai cateva...
Labasint (Arad)
Mirosi (Arges)
Spermezeu (Bistrita-Nasaud)
Capatâna Porcului (Brasov)
Însuratei (Braila)
Belis (Cluj)
Tetcoiu (Dâmbovita)
Cotofenii din Dos (Dolj)
Ciuperceni (Gorj)
Fierbinti (Ialomita)
Sculeni (Iasi)
Mierlestii de Sus (Olt)
Iapa (Maramures)
Jena (Timis)
Vârtescoiu (Vrancea)

dar si in alte tari...
20. Beer Bottle Crossing (Idaho, SUA)
19. Poopoo (Hawaii, SUA)
18. Sexi (Peru)
17. Acme (West Virginia, SUA)
16. Burning Well (Pennsylvania, SUA)
15. Assawoman (Virginia, SUA)
14. Dead Chinaman (Papua New Guinea)
13. Dwarf (Kentucky, SUA)
12. Big Bone Lick (SUA)
11. Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch (Wales)
10. Truth Or Consequences (New Mexico, SUA)
9. Climax (Michigan, SUA)
8. Fart (Virginia, SUA)
7. Blowhard (Australia)
6. Why (Arizona, SUA)
5. Dildo (Newfoundland, Canada)
4. Intercourse (Pennsylvania, SUA)
3. Boring (Oregon, SUA)
2. French Lick (Indiana, SUA)
1. Fucking (Austria)

Deniro de Moldova


Un individ din Iasi si-a facut o carte de identitate falsa cu numele celebrului actor Robert De Niro si a reusit sa pacaleasca angajatii unui magazin, care i-au vandut produse electronice/electrocaznice in rate.

Saturday, January 23, 2010


... si atunci cum vrei sa ne mearga bine.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Tell no one

Tell no one,I loved you once.....
As once, I, love you still,
Tell no one,the reason why,
You fade ,into a dream.


Tell,no one, you loved me once....
They, do not have to.. see.
Tell no one, I, allways knew,
That someday,you...may leave.

Tell,no one, what happened, then.
When world, was like a bubble,
Tell , no one, we'd wait next day....
Just , to see, eachother.

Tell ,no one, that now....
You're cold.Away, from every feeling.
Tell no one,you've reached the path,
That, keeps away,from dreamming.

Tell no one, I , am still trapped,
Into the word.......Together,
Tell, no one, I lost the scent,
Of.....your love. Forever.

Danut Aredelean

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Iubesc Romania !!!

iubesc romania cu i mic de mana ,pe bune, nici nu cred ca as putea folosi litere mari ,de tipar pentru a-mi exprima Complexele sentimente,ce necontenit imi dau tarcoale ,ravasind pana la ultimul toate ungherele sufletului,
asa la prima vedere pare o descriere fidela a unor obiceiuri raspandite larg si pretuite cu sfintenie de ai nostri dar si de atii totodata ,cu siguranta, mai mult de noi si mai putin de ei, si anume mancatoria intre oameni si de oameni, respectiv manctul de rahat la buna si libera alegere ca doara ne procopsiram mai democrati ca insasi inventatorii ei, rahat , mult ,mult, rahat atat autohton cat si de import.cu predilctie din UE, cu sau fara ,,m,,

iubesc ,romania , desi nu sunt patriot, nu ca nu as vrea, sau ca nu mi s-a insuflat acest sentiment in perioada propice indobitocirii de sine, da poate vina e undeva la mijloc, sufleorii, domne ce imi place cuvantul asta, sau gresit partitura, ori mi-au suflat in degete, dar nu exclud varianta greselii venite din ,,INN-erul meu ,,adica poate chiar am fost dobitoc. Aceasta stare de sine statatore, care nu te parasete ,precum te parasesc femeile, adica de obicei repede si pe nepusa masa, iar la noi pe nepusa masa te si duci la culcare de cele mai multe ori, evitand astfel steriotipii de genul , pofta buna , sau ce doriti ca desert , efectul imediat,fiind lipsa de consistenta in lexic , dar si lipsa constitutiei fizice. Instantaneu gandul imi zbara la balada ,,Miorita ,, -mandru ciobanel tras printr-un inel- Da ce dracu poti sa tragi printr-un inel? in afara de degete, cel mai des uzat fiind cel din mijloc, ca la ce auzi si ce vezi , ostentativ ti se se ridica dintre celelate, ,,degetus erectus,,exprimand cele mai pure sntimente de siktir patriotic si lehamite cultivate intre buci , in perioda orbo colora.

iubesc romania , pentru ca este o tara unica, si pentru ca am avut sansa sa ma nasc aici si nu in Austria sau Germania, pai daca ma nasteam in Austria sau Germania poate eram Obez,si civilizat, si nu trebua sa ma deplasez peste tot ca sa ma procopsesc,nu mai aruncam totul pe jos, imi vedeam lungul nasuluisi si nu ma mai dadeam rotund dar mai ales nu cred ca ma mai manca in cur deloc, sa ma duc cat si-a dus mutu iapa si proasta vangheaua,da de voi nimeri cumva Braila ,si pierdeam sentimentul magic ca am reusit in viata. Da, ii sunt dator Romaniei pentru asta. De cate ori am reusit sa plec din Romania am avut senzatia ca am reusit in viata,

iubesc Romania si imnul national , ce cantec , cum imi vibreaza rarunchii, si inima cand il aud , bitetul ANDREI MURESAN nu s-a gandit niciodata,ca a lui cantare o sa ajunga paranghelie nationala ca o sa-l cantam toti inr-o suflare, ca o sa ne motiveze in grup, in gloriosul avant spre autodepasire. Cantarea e grozava , are un mesaj puternic ,incarcatura emotinala , dar lipsteste ceva , nu e cantat unde trbuie, si cui trebuie, spatiul geo-cultural trbuia sa fie altul,, pai romanul e frate cu codrul, ocupatia lui traditionala este pastoritul, cobani am fost, si suntem inca, iar un procent insemnat din populatie este generoasa,ei se ocupa cu datul,sau cu luatul.
datul cu stanga , datul in cap , datul de tepe, respectiv luatul , cu predilectie de mita si de tepe, dar si de alte spurcaciuni, pecum bolile , fie ele venerice sau sociale. Pai asta e imn? noi suntem destepti de la buricul degetuli pana in tidva capului, Jiji,Becalu avea dreptate cand a propus sa-l schimbam, si variante avem destule, putem avea ca imn o manea, de-a lu' Guta, ,, Sa moara dusmanii,, ori un cantec de prohod, sau ceva de siktir, variante care ar exprima intradevar convingerile noastre nationale, imi cer scuze ca nu am amintit de oamenii cinstiti, aici am o dilema, ori ei nu sunt cu adevarati romani , si oricum insumeaza procent neglijabil, pe cale de disparitie din structura sociala, ori cinstea si omenia sunt sunt mai degraba handicapuri si nu calitati, si nu vad de ce am avea trbuinta de ele, sau de omenii inzestrati cu asemenea trasaturi.

iubesc Romania pentru ca imi da sentimentul de forta, de siguranta de sine, de unde aveam eu atata forta sa bat la tote usile care ti se inchid in nas in momentul in care spui ca esti din Romania?Ma mai simteam eu asa de puternic ca acum ?mai ales, aici unde nu se uita nici dracul la tine cand stiu ca esti roman, mai fac exceptii politia, jandarmii, sau alte organe,specializate in reducerea la tacere, si readucerea la realitate. dar restul, ?pai nu se uita de frica! de aia.

Iubesc romania cu i mic de mana , si nici nu o s-o o iubesc altfel , sunt fidel din fire, Castro pe alocuri, nu am cum , si nu poate sa fie altfel , cu I de tipar iubesti o tara civilzata , in care cetatenii ei cunosc prosperitatea, si mai alesc doresca sa traiasca si sa lupte pt ea, dar astea sunt SF-uri din categoria Mi-am tatuat pe pula una mai mare .

Butterflies

You wish... you saw them, sworming,
Around, the murky moon,
Melting in the shadows,
What's left behind the bloom.

They spring their wings like vultures,
And from above the sky,
They dive, to get their prey,
Who met her chance to die.

And round and round in circles,
With poison, in their eyes,
Sharing now the nectar
Other, butterflies.

The liquor is now sweeter.
They haven't stop to drink,
The light seems to be forgotten,
In time... within a blink.

Danut Ardelean

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Autumn falls among the gods

Autumn falls among the gods,
A toothless flower, crys her leaves,
Some fading ghosts, who lurk behind,
Are crying dead their believes.


Two shades, are sitting on a rusted bench,
A song is rising, from the broken strings,
The story tells,the cold guittar,
Stood up as witness to their kiss.


Autumn falls among the gods,
Unspoken words, thunder their voices,
Some craines are lost, in their waiting,
Meantime, the wind has started to laugh, among the crosses.

Danut Ardelean

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


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Drapelul Romaniei --- Drapelul Ciadului

Drapelul Romaniei vs Drapelul Ciadului

Cele doua steaguri sunt identice. Intre noi si ei exista un conflict sau mai bine spus ``deranj`` diplomatic.
Ei sustin ca noi le-am furat steagul. Iar noi...?
Oare si imnul este la fel?
La ei probabil refrenul este Desteapta-te Ciadezule ...

good at geography ? where´s Romania ?