tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18676549957958931442024-02-08T06:15:43.413+01:00dan.ardeleanPamfletar de weekend si poet de ocazie.
mare iubitor al romaniei din anul 2085dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-73232758311608803452010-12-08T08:40:00.002+01:002010-12-29T01:28:01.948+01:00<i></i> sufletul<br />
<br />
<i>trezindu-se din somnul<br />
netrbnicului lut<br />
se lasa-n voia sortii<br />
pasind in inceput<br />
<br />
suflari asemeni siruri<br />
ce legamantul poarta<br />
promise-s cu sfarsirul<br />
doar ca sa inceapa<br />
<br />
dar taina lor deapururi<br />
tintita-i dimprejur<br />
de lanturi se se-nnoada<br />
la umbra unui mur<br />
<br />
cand pasi de colo colo<br />
purtati de-a lui dorinta<br />
neobositi alearga<br />
un dor de biruinta<br />
<br />
atunci incet farama<br />
e gata sa-ncolteasca<br />
sa creasca trup ce -n jurui<br />
incepe sa umbreasca<br />
<br />
o umbra ce se-ntinde<br />
si-n valuri se revarsa<br />
strajer este doar murul<br />
ce-n taina o sa le-opreasca</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-48024616039772690962010-09-07T22:21:00.008+02:002011-04-22T20:38:08.562+02:00<i><i><<i>b>hidden<br />
<br />
forgotten lurks behind <br />
a tear<br />
somewhere, where ,lost may find themselves<br />
the</ i> eyes<br />
<i>above the head,<br />
a lonley candle</i><br />
<i>in silence witneses <br />
the life</b><br />
<br />
it seems to be the same<br />
old jurney<br />
unspoken truth or hidden<br />
lies<br />
who cares if there is <br />
no glory<br />
as long the story<br />
never dies</i><br />
<br />
<i>the breze of end, a blow<br />
releases</i><br />
<i>and candle fades <br />
</i>into the past<br />
<i>untold another story <br />
<i>is waiting</i><br />
<i>forgotten just behind<br />
the pass</i><br />
<br />
behind themselves<br />
<i>there is a hidden story</i><br />
<i>when blows are ment to be for all the same</i><br />
<i>there is no need for eyes<br />
<i>to drop a tear<br />
<i>when life is lied</i><br />
for candle's glory/<i></i></b></</i></i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-7270064933723682702010-08-12T22:25:00.006+02:002010-08-12T22:52:16.419+02:00Te-as fi privit de atatea ori<br />
nenumarate clipe,<br />
m-as fi lasat sedus de gand<br />
purtat de alui aripe,<br />
<br />
Sa te mangai din nou as vrea<br />
cu un gand de dor langa ureche,<br />
la bratul meu ca sa-ti alint<br />
nurii-ti tai pereche.<br />
<br />
Si apoi sa ascult al tau suspin<br />
o melodie-n soapte<br />
atingere de buze moi<br />
ce ma saruta-n noapte<br />
<br />
Si iia ta so lasi sa cada<br />
pe flori de iasomie,<br />
destainuindu-ti trupul gol<br />
numai si numai mie.<br />
<br />
<i><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/ardeleanbabangida?ref=ts">Danut Ardelean</a></i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-44468023155917414212010-07-20T00:34:00.001+02:002010-09-02T18:48:26.681+02:00<i>to you......</i><br />
<br />
<i>Words you never told me,</i><br />
<i>Sing near the lighthouse ,</i><br />
<i>My music.</i><br />
<i>How many gestures ,</i><br />
<i>Have you abandoned into my arms,</i><br />
<i>I wonder?</i><br />
<i>I watched you in silence,</i><br />
<i>Hoping that one day.......</i><br />
<i>You will return.</i><br />
<i>As a bondless drop,</i><br />
<i>From a bondless ocean,</i><br />
<i>Then I will be ready</i><br />
<i>To presint my surrender,</i><br />
<i>To the blue depth,</i><br />
<i> Of your eyes.........</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i><br />
<i></i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-4649688418217963122010-06-26T11:19:00.005+02:002010-07-07T00:48:07.258+02:00Zeul PaganUn zeu pagan a-ntors clepsidra <br />
s-a plictisit de-atatia cupidoni si zei, <br />
a mai tunat in sinea lui odata <br />
si-a fulgerat blestemul spre ei.<br />
<br />
Un cantec ruginit se naste-n strune rupte <br />
acum maiastra harpa-si canta mortii, <br />
siraguri lungi se impletesc in necuvinte <br />
ce-nchina o oda sluta sortii<br />
<br />
Si cupidoni cu aripi frante <br />
au inceput sa cada din olimp, <br />
o lume noua isi deschide poarta <br />
spre cei ratacitori prin timp.<br />
<br />
Si-n asta lume este soare <br />
e fad si segetaza varfuri de pelin <br />
spre cei ce-au ridicat mainile-n aer, <br />
zabind perfid, cu chipul lor senin,<br />
<br />
Un zeu pagan a-ntors clepsidra <br />
a mai facut un pas spre nemurire <br />
iar celor multi le-a daruit, <br />
un loc etern in amintire<br />
<br />
<i>The pgan god</i><br />
<br />
<i>a pagan god turned back the time</i><br />
<i>too many gods have got him bored</i><br />
<i>then cast a spell upon the rats</i><br />
<i>releasing thunders for himself once more.</i><br />
<br />
<i>a rotten tune arrives from broken strings</i><br />
<i>unspoken words are telling now the truth</i><br />
<i>the holy harp betrays the faith</i><br />
<i>paying the tribute to the dead.</i><br />
<br />
<i>angels having broken wings</i><br />
<i>from Olimpus begin to fall</i><br />
<i>a whole new world opens its gate</i><br />
<i>to receive them, All.</i><br />
<br />
<i>a toothless Sun lightens the world</i><br />
<i>being upset begins to throw,</i><br />
<i>at ones who dared god and raised their hands</i><br />
<i>some pieces from the broken rainbow.</i><br />
<br />
<i>a pagan god turned back the time</i><br />
<i>stepping ahead into immortality</i><br />
<i>for all of us he left a gift,</i><br />
<i>the etenal palce in Mermory.</i><br />
<br />
<br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i><br />
<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9LEM8c50u0Q/TCXG-nd3YzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/SzCPaLETHKc/s1600-h/hourglass_jpg_w300h309%5B4%5D.jpg"><img alt="hourglass_jpg_w300h309" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3924I0izjpPCYhaPWiPaMcWMfbU5chkfdIorM3hz87cHWXhJNBpPzWyIXSrsF7Lybp4HV8-h0JrPq4rTDQV-idAVqfplLzVHCwEDPdJvF0B-u-MWJiLWCIfyO26LuMv-bzqcRWN2hLX4/?imgmax=800" style="border: 0px none; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="hourglass_jpg_w300h309" width="233" /></a>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-60477661211044870972010-06-26T10:08:00.002+02:002010-06-26T11:27:58.504+02:00UniversUn soare stirb se chinuie sa rada <br />
si arunca fara mila, franturi din curcubeu <br />
spre cei ce au ridicat mainile-n aer <br />
sa-l prinda de picior pe Dumnezeu <br />
<br />
In nori un cor de voci ingana <br />
un cant de dor in necuvinte, <br />
nascute-n vremuri vechi, <br />
acolo ,jos,printre morminte <br />
<br />
Un inger plange fara lacrimi <br />
pierdut prin ierburile gri, <br />
in urma-i suflete siraguri <br />
urmeaza-i pasul , miii si mii.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ecApTRbE0qHvxC7C6PcEPDlMgKf729JBOdt4-6H1ydKAJeeuCW6cvI8KmAaUsvRbsh9KKzVbkfLACuESSxlklrrwv0YjjXKzusGxmTnhawwT-CYm3c72bx2g7DSvHMFpwUwObhQ10zw/s1600-h/Univers%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="Univers" border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4JrSAERNfQm6xbM34Pj-V0hOpO2sHta5XUFXaGdVupWxX8gmUFjPtA7BdzEOyMQVec-JOpvfLPjxqAKEJIznJuFuxlH_VmWPYgnCMhNqVmJ4ndoJTErxoCmTBSFHGI0hKub2bRyUBca8/?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="Univers" width="240" /></a>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-78122562299776998302010-06-22T21:23:00.000+02:002010-06-22T21:23:40.558+02:00Danube Waterfall<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1ifpc6S6vQeAAAOhiZtPV9I-bFQYxCHFYuEiUoL4Aqxn7s7P2swYuwbqsDI19LzYjboyuyRLRJ9rBI0-0vcDq8HjKzp36gM9YH4YC8Cn3ndj3A7XOwXVsfcF7iEciSEHvQQOs2CUtTc/s1600/Poza0905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1ifpc6S6vQeAAAOhiZtPV9I-bFQYxCHFYuEiUoL4Aqxn7s7P2swYuwbqsDI19LzYjboyuyRLRJ9rBI0-0vcDq8HjKzp36gM9YH4YC8Cn3ndj3A7XOwXVsfcF7iEciSEHvQQOs2CUtTc/s320/Poza0905.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-54909322299634200932010-06-14T14:08:00.002+02:002010-06-15T13:13:56.032+02:00<i>Freedom</i><br />
<i>I let you fall into the shadow </i><br />
<i>Your hand can't touch me anymore</i><br />
<i>I stepped away the path is narrow</i><br />
<i>Beyond there is another door</i><br />
<br />
<i>I let you fall and I am not sorry</i><br />
<i>I am the stone which rules the edge</i><br />
<i>A piece of me with you is falling</i><br />
<i>Somhwere down into the age </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-19726214619160172482010-04-22T20:19:00.001+02:002010-05-18T13:49:07.150+02:00<i>Secretul</i><br />
<br />
<i>Ape uda tarmuri slute</i><br />
<i>Rotind undele-n zadar</i><br />
<i>Ca apoi perfid,veninul</i><br />
<i>Sa-l reverse langa far</i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i>Langa o stanca cenusie</i><br />
<i>Un trup sade ghemuit </i><br />
<i>Cufundandu-se in umbra</i><br />
<i>Ce se leapada de zid</i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i>Stropii tulburi se strecoara</i><br />
<i>Pe sub giulgiul ce sublim</i><br />
<i>Inconjoara-n alb de ceata</i><br />
<i>Nuri cu urme de pelin</i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i>Picuri rosii intr-o salba</i><br />
<i>Zac uitati pe mana stanga</i><br />
<i>Care cauta fara vlaga</i><br />
<i>Marea care sta sa planga</i><br />
<i></i><br />
<i>Stand ascuns in curcubeul</i><br />
<i>Ce se frange in cristal</i><br />
<i>Sageteaza incodata</i><br />
<i>Cu privirea-i de metal</i><br />
<br />
<i>Si nici noaptea si nici stanca</i><br />
<i>Nu mai par ca sa ascunda</i><br />
<i>Gandul care inca taie</i><br />
<i>Pan' la os in mana stanga</i><br />
<br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-72846213889258168382010-04-19T12:18:00.003+02:002010-05-18T13:48:27.978+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTAuKQn4UvtIfEUBtNZhINKeQqbo1jiOp09AYtHR-_gcPFczVahN7HlfSCV6CDIXtPqg7ipxsMD7YAIqoFmk05m4qHVsuhxB5JhneVW3gfjjOVHHrVXw1H0BWBoFbhstndjZmWTNpLWA/s1600/rocks-lighthouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTAuKQn4UvtIfEUBtNZhINKeQqbo1jiOp09AYtHR-_gcPFczVahN7HlfSCV6CDIXtPqg7ipxsMD7YAIqoFmk05m4qHVsuhxB5JhneVW3gfjjOVHHrVXw1H0BWBoFbhstndjZmWTNpLWA/s320/rocks-lighthouse.jpg" wt="true" /></a> </div><i>The secret</i><br />
<br />
<i>Ugly shores are soaked in waters</i><br />
<i>That in vain surround themselves</i><br />
<i>Foaming treacherously the venom</i><br />
<i>In a crest above the waves</i><br />
<br />
<i>Crouching close her gentle body</i><br />
<i>Near to the jaded stone</i><br />
<i>Melt herself into the shadow</i><br />
<i>That's emerging from the wall</i><br />
<br />
<i>Drops of blue are playing restless</i><br />
<i>Underneath the satin dress</i><br />
<i>To embrace in sin the beauty</i><br />
<i>Of her pale colored breasts</i><br />
<br />
<i>Red sapphires in a bracelet</i><br />
<i>Lurk forgotten on her hand</i><br />
<i>That is drawing empty gestures</i><br />
<i>In that sea which has no end</i><br />
<br />
<i>Standing hidden in the rainbow</i><br />
<i>That is bowing over shore</i><br />
<i>Sent his looks to pierce the body</i><br />
<i>That is laying on the stone</i><br />
<br />
<i>Not the moon,nor the night</i><br />
<i>Seem to hide it anymore</i><br />
<i>Thought of death that is still cutting</i><br />
<i>In her hand , deep to the bone </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-15037347636267876812010-04-11T17:52:00.004+02:002010-05-18T13:49:50.685+02:00Panoramic Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiX6CrjApC5P27M_iOK6yivzQV0CZEb7S7jwaeQtI-DbzRxRNDvgEBdpeiBRZz31FpQJiYb1hoCHyDgiHIrMkLdsls45c637GY7UPUF5p0A4Ip6rn1THZvfSNOykMbLvvcrPmdRcCqGac/s1600/Panoramic+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiX6CrjApC5P27M_iOK6yivzQV0CZEb7S7jwaeQtI-DbzRxRNDvgEBdpeiBRZz31FpQJiYb1hoCHyDgiHIrMkLdsls45c637GY7UPUF5p0A4Ip6rn1THZvfSNOykMbLvvcrPmdRcCqGac/s320/Panoramic+Sunset.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-15556701805353085822010-03-30T12:43:00.002+02:002010-05-17T12:19:38.152+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVWCsETI3h_VUeZIAOX6cad11hB6TEN9MPInqVhy_qwBzL3_EfMsFEOP1CXGA-XLzwFJIgyVn3t6ZIG4esVfoHXPh9AWPA0RVhYFFAkbRCn0-_2T3sAopXLaMuVHYJ6drWTDQN3Km8Dk/s1600/butterflies060506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVWCsETI3h_VUeZIAOX6cad11hB6TEN9MPInqVhy_qwBzL3_EfMsFEOP1CXGA-XLzwFJIgyVn3t6ZIG4esVfoHXPh9AWPA0RVhYFFAkbRCn0-_2T3sAopXLaMuVHYJ6drWTDQN3Km8Dk/s320/butterflies060506.jpg" wt="true" /></a></div><i>Fluturi</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Ai vrea sa-i vezi in stoluri</i><br />
<i>Spre neguri ca se-ndreapta</i><br />
<i>Ca se topesc in umbre</i><br />
<i>Cu totii deodata</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Cu aripi ca de vultur</i><br />
<i>Scurteaza-n zbor vazduhul</i><br />
<i>Si dintr-o suflare</i><br />
<i>Le cade prada gandul</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Apoi se-nvarat in juru-i</i><br />
<i>Alti fluturi care vin</i><br />
<i>Si-incep incet sa soarba</i><br />
<i>Nectarul din venin</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Licoarea-i tot mai dulce</i><br />
<i>Sorbind necontenit</i><br />
<i>Din timpul care uita</i><br />
<i>Ca vraja s-a oprit</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Danut Ardelean</i><br />
<i><br />
</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-30038759891707349192010-03-27T19:04:00.001+01:002010-03-28T04:57:01.919+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3axLFf8CiCROUjjErBB15qxIhaHUDsiQXRcLUTE_aRdmTkHq0S7YnLK5ViK5IVObQSnFbM0SLdzfG74vRY67sB3YpBaFhib4ptEz7FM72PsUrYMG0eiNJ-5WCOJUtxAJqWBlESGWuDE/s1600/Picture+2+177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3axLFf8CiCROUjjErBB15qxIhaHUDsiQXRcLUTE_aRdmTkHq0S7YnLK5ViK5IVObQSnFbM0SLdzfG74vRY67sB3YpBaFhib4ptEz7FM72PsUrYMG0eiNJ-5WCOJUtxAJqWBlESGWuDE/s320/Picture+2+177.jpg" /></a></div>Atentie! s-ar putea sa platim pana la urma<br />
!dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-76505309705384541722010-03-21T18:35:00.004+01:002010-03-21T18:47:56.316+01:00Bani De Toata P*~@ "fără număr, fără număr"<strong>Tot Românul cu tupeu…</strong><strong> <br />
Are-n taşcă leu' greu</strong><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0YJhBtmD3l2l60yNhgw_oBz2IjZe-EJiQ-5B2ey45iXvQwtejDTiNNvLTrB5LMS6U0sSc6oaPID3J6fMDaJZG-O5iToVqRrxw4WPehC2zh3GHAs24m4u5Fm4UEWX9k6KWXgHGFcOrspM/s1600-h/50guta%5B2%5D.jpg"><img alt="50guta" border="0" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_Wn0ajv79eIi493fBoGfog8wwyudlo6mYt527iVmf9p-GT3YU8r2uMupY1XK8MH8fBjXI77a-l2rjKKPNr6VvIkxjMB5r8IVqZAg8JZhyFwyOenJWj8DM6v6hPtJT8I5-uwthPDBe1k/?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="50guta" width="244" /></a> <br />
<strong>Iar Românul ce munceşte…</strong><strong> <br />
Ăsta-i leu' ce-l primeşte</strong><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Slowly with your empty steps</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>There is no pain or sorrow</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>To reach among the clouds that gate</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Surrounded by the shadow</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>You wished to have stopped on your path</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>The waves are your guidance</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>There are some voices calling you</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Beyond the gate in silence</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>The clock is tired now</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>It seems to tick no more</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>For the ones who came among the last</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Knocking on the same door</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i>Danut Ardelean</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><i><br />
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</i></div><i>Asa cu pasi marunti si goi<br />
Te-indrepti purtat de unde<br />
Si-a ajungi la poarta dintre nori<br />
Inconjurat de umbre<br />
<br />
Si-ai vrea din drum sa te abati<br />
Dar undele te poarta<br />
Sunt voci ce parca te opresc<br />
Si te doresc deodata<br />
<br />
In urma-ti ceasul ostenit<br />
Continua sa bata<br />
Pentru cei care uitat<br />
De ce sunt langa poarta</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188">Danut Ardelean</a>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-69573419529064460922010-03-11T11:45:00.003+01:002010-03-11T11:54:27.516+01:00SheFor the first time when you open wide<br />
She looks into your eyes,<br />
She smiles,she says: I love you,<br />
Releasing slow her arms<br />
<br />
Since you have forgotten<br />
It had passed a while<br />
She was seeking for the others<br />
For you, She had a smile<br />
<br />
You wish, you never met her<br />
You want to throw with stones,<br />
You want her chained forever<br />
No matter where she goes.<br />
<br />
Finding yourself in battle<br />
Into your veins , no blood<br />
It is just a thirst that's flowing<br />
The thirst,to be a God<br />
<br />
Yes! You are laughing now<br />
You know, you have got the keys<br />
She fell into forgotten<br />
Lost in darken seas<br />
<br />
The wine is sweeter now<br />
It has never been the same<br />
Gods are sharing cups<br />
You drink ,you have no shame<br />
<br />
When bells announce to you<br />
It's late for all your friends<br />
Alone you try to call her<br />
To hold you from the shades<br />
<br />
Tears in the silence<br />
Tell ,It's meant to be<br />
Now the groom is ready<br />
For his bride,to see<br />
<br />
Once again she smiles<br />
In her arms ,she holds you<br />
Kissing you the first time<br />
Telling slow, I love you.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188">Danut Ardelean</a>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-65274162681993926962010-03-09T20:13:00.010+01:002010-03-11T11:54:53.601+01:00Ea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPwNRLBhYoKASZ8fLc12NZstPHKa7IK2CJJMKYUr4Y6l-q3ph9emSQQyf56b0desNF7h5VgqTJAUOOC0UaPKeTVcJg8qCOPLpcW8eU59_noHo6cLQTrg_6-XD9onlEqP3rfLnEoTCc7Q/s1600-h/stars3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPwNRLBhYoKASZ8fLc12NZstPHKa7IK2CJJMKYUr4Y6l-q3ph9emSQQyf56b0desNF7h5VgqTJAUOOC0UaPKeTVcJg8qCOPLpcW8eU59_noHo6cLQTrg_6-XD9onlEqP3rfLnEoTCc7Q/s320/stars3.jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>De cand deschisa-i ochii</i><br />
<i>Ea-i prima ce-ti zambeste</i><br />
<i>Te lasa jos din brate-i</i><br />
<i>Spunand ca te iubeste </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Apoi mai trece o vreme</i><br />
<i>O uiti dar ea revine</i><br />
<i>In treacat pe la altii</i><br />
<i>Spunand ca-i dor de tine</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Ai vrea sa arunci cu pietre</i><br />
<i>S-o mai sa nu mai vie</i><br />
<i>Ai vrea s-o pui in lanturi</i><br />
<i>S-o uiti pentru vecie</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Si te trezesti in lupta</i><br />
<i>C-un aer sfidator</i><br />
<i>Astepti sa vina maine</i><br />
<i>Azi esti triumfator</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Mai vine-un azi si-un maine</i><br />
<i>Si tot asa mereu</i><br />
<i>Prin vene-ti curge setea</i><br />
<i>De-a fi un Dumnezeu</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Deh! iti razi in barba</i><br />
<i>Caci cheia e la tine</i><br />
<i>Ea te-a uitat demult</i><br />
<i>Te-ai dovedit pe sine</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Si vinul e mai dulce</i><br />
<i>Acum ca niciodata</i><br />
<i>Bei in nesimtire</i><br />
<i>Cu zeii laolalta</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Cand te trezesti esti singur</i><br />
<i>Prietenii-ti sunt umbre</i><br />
<i>O chemi, dar ea nu vine</i><br />
<i>E dusa oare? Unde?</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Si o mai strigi odata</i><br />
<i>Si-i spui ca-i esti sortit</i><br />
<i>C-o vrei acum mireasa </i><br />
<i>Ca timpul a venit! </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Iar ea te ia in brate-i</i><br />
<i>Cu ochii -i goi zambeste</i><br />
<i>Iti da sarutul dulce </i><br />
<i>Spunand ca te iubeste</i><br />
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<i> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188">Danut Ardelean</a></i><br />
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</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-1889782650605644422010-03-05T20:58:00.021+01:002010-11-14T07:11:09.173+01:00Love Story<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmn1fzB_GK6jTlR8reETd4kqd26ZEadxzOis0DVRsIPW2Yz-r2Zig09E1yVc8pjG2oUlsyBNydUGCMeJ_aJzIobHVCFmAN_yM1eY8q0Bnc6DACs7oYEQ9p9MduYK3CoeP_BrUFL1LBi8/s1600-h/dan.ardelean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmn1fzB_GK6jTlR8reETd4kqd26ZEadxzOis0DVRsIPW2Yz-r2Zig09E1yVc8pjG2oUlsyBNydUGCMeJ_aJzIobHVCFmAN_yM1eY8q0Bnc6DACs7oYEQ9p9MduYK3CoeP_BrUFL1LBi8/s320/dan.ardelean.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><i>Trough the haze and darken bushes</i><br />
<i>Harbinger is sent again</i><br />
<i>To observe if there is something</i><br />
<i>In the World,outside his den</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Words and voices begin to shiver</i><br />
<i>Melting slow behind his tongue</i><br />
<i>Vaguely ancient cryptic meanings</i><br />
<i>Daring all, too far beyond.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Time to time the heavy crystal</i><br />
<i>Gathers lightnings from the sky</i><br />
<i>To surround in light the circle </i><br />
<i>That has got inside The Eye</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>He is standing in the shadow</i><br />
<i>Staring deeply for a while</i><br />
<i>Having on his face a glamour</i><br />
<i>Of the perfect fading smile</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i> Hair falls over his shoulder</i><br />
<i>Into yellow sandy wrap </i><br />
<i>Covering the hand that signals</i><br />
<i>From beneath the coloured cloak </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>In a rush the broken mirror</i><br />
<i>Gathering itself aside</i><br />
<i>Reveals a soften image</i><br />
<i>That is bathing in the light</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Then a captive wish is calling</i><br />
<i>Disturbing the icy flesh</i><br />
<i>To implore again for freedom</i><br />
<i>And for time to live the place</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Raising high his wooden crook</i><br />
<i>Fast he smiths a golden thorn</i><br />
<i>Which is meant to pierce the body</i><br />
<i>That had failed to reborn</i><br />
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<i>Drops of blue release the venom </i><br />
<i>Poisoning the sacred stone</i><br />
<i>Calling in a silent whisper</i><br />
<i>Sleeping demon form his home </i><br />
<br />
<i>Whining loud from darken shadows </i><br />
<i>Scraping restless in the path</i><br />
<i>Bows his head to get his master</i><br />
<i>In a saddle on his back</i><br />
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</i><br />
<i>Mountains , break themselves to pieces</i><br />
<i>To build up an icy bridge</i><br />
<i>That avoids the living forest</i><br />
<i>Which is raising from the mist</i><br />
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<i>Speeding up into the hollow</i><br />
<i>Trouble not from any thought</i><br />
<i>They got lost within a second</i><br />
<i>Dropping dead the world behind</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>And they stop where Winds are forcing</i><br />
<i>All the roads to join the Rule</i><br />
<i>To drink water from the fountain</i><br />
<i>That's emerging from the dune.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>The horse went to fill the calyx </i><br />
<i>For the master he beloved</i><br />
<i>Holly water from the fountain</i><br />
<i>To refresh their thirsty throat</i><br />
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<i>After that he bows with care</i><br />
<i>Whining in a softly way</i><br />
<i>Becoming two drops of venin</i><br />
<i>When he gave his breath away </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Tiny spots of blue are running</i><br />
<i>In the dust next master's feet</i><br />
<i>To enrol into a necklace </i><br />
<i>For the princes as a gift</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>In his gauntness hand is hanging</i><br />
<i>A white fragment of a shroud </i><br />
<i>To enfold the precious treasure</i><br />
<i>That is laying on the ground</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>The wonderer ,the path that lessens</i><br />
<i>Joined together in a quest</i><br />
<i>For a hiding place that's giving</i><br />
<i>Shelter and some time to rest.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Narrowing to southern border</i><br />
<i>Another way leads to a gate</i><br />
<i>Guarded by some burning torches</i><br />
<i>That lighten the place in red</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Two Herumvii dressed in armour</i><br />
<i>Stare with their empty look</i><br />
<i>Pointing the spikes to rear</i><br />
<i>After they have searched the book</i><br />
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<i>From beneath emerge the stairs</i><br />
<i>Coiling steps lead to the Floor</i><br />
<i>Which itself splits into the pieces</i><br />
<i>When he passes through the door</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Then he sees a curvy shadow</i><br />
<i>Covered by a tiny veil</i><br />
<i>Breathless kissing the canopy</i><br />
<i>Rounded by the steel rail. </i><br />
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<i>Looking deep the stunning beauty</i><br />
<i>He feels that he has to go</i><br />
<i>Next that bed where the lady</i><br />
<i>Charms his body heart and soul</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>From underneath the jaded robe</i><br />
<i>He pulls out a blade of prey</i><br />
<i>And encrusts a tiny symbol</i><br />
<i>On her face made out of clay </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Touching hands embrace her body</i><br />
<i>That responds in whispered moans</i><br />
<i>In a way that only master</i><br />
<i>Could seduce the living ghost</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Waterfalls of absent gestures</i><br />
<i>Searching for the game to close</i><br />
<i>Hide her neck behind a necklace</i><br />
<i>Crafted from the venin pearls </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Lively eyes begin to wonder</i><br />
<i>How long has remained to wait</i><br />
<i>To melt deep into the other</i><br />
<i>Destined missing soul mate</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Icy hands surround her sadly</i><br />
<i>And put eyes of green to sleep</i><br />
<i>Blazing fire in her body</i><br />
<i>Which becomes a wavy mist </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>It's his voice that angry thunders </i><br />
<i>Closing words in their meaning</i><br />
<i>Pushing hard her fragile presence</i><br />
<i>At the end of wall's beginning </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Hands are mixing dust with water</i><br />
<i>To embrace a shape of clay</i><br />
<i>Which is heading in a gallop </i><br />
<i>Toward stony wall of grey </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Drops of water from the bottle</i><br />
<i>Rush themselves against the wall</i><br />
<i>To breach wide in heavy stone</i><br />
<i>Clear as crystal, the last door.</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Howling steps carry his body</i><br />
<i>Somewhere close to endless edge</i><br />
<i>Ignoring the World that's falling</i><br />
<i>Slowly down into the age</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Just a harp so bored is roaring</i><br />
<i>In her strings a mawkish tune</i><br />
<i>Honouring the buried secrets</i><br />
<i>Deep beneath the lonely dune. </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>So he reaches to the crossroad</i><br />
<i>There in the mountain's gap</i><br />
<i>To decrypt an ancient message</i><br />
<i>Which is written on a slab</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Sign of cross in blazing fire</i><br />
<i>It's a hard burden to bear</i><br />
<i>For the one which heartless trying</i><br />
<i>To follow the path up there</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>There in a loch is bathing</i><br />
<i>Queen of night her holly grace</i><br />
<i>So he wanted in that water</i><br />
<i>To regard his ugly face </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>The whole loch begin to shiver</i><br />
<i>Waters run hysterical </i><br />
<i>To enclose the crippled picture</i><br />
<i>Into a concentric circle</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Evil eyes beneath are searching</i><br />
<i>For a key to close his fate</i><br />
<i>Which is written on column</i><br />
<i>At the entrance of the gate </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Disturbing again the water</i><br />
<i>With his hungry sordid look</i><br />
<i>Took away the sharpest splinter</i><br />
<i>From his twisted wooden crook</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>He pierces with hate his finger</i><br />
<i>Crushing it into his hand</i><br />
<i>And released the blue of venin</i><br />
<i>That engulfs the golden sand </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Whining loudly in the shadow</i><br />
<i>From his nostrils blazing fire</i><br />
<i>Cometh demon stopped his gallop</i><br />
<i>To obey again his sire</i><br />
<i></i><i><br />
</i><i>Precious stones and red saphires </i><br />
<i>Prank the saddle on his croup</i><br />
<i>A long ridge of golden hair</i><br />
<i>Ends into a darken loop</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>And they flew over the mountains</i><br />
<i>Seas of green they crossed them fast</i><br />
<i>In the end of their journey </i><br />
<i>They have reached the lonely path</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>There next the stony portal</i><br />
<i>When the master blown the horn</i><br />
<i>Drops of death joined together</i><br />
<i>The first breath of his reborn</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>A purple light breaks into pieces</i><br />
<i>There under the mountains ridge</i><br />
<i>To lighten the narrow passage</i><br />
<i>That is crossing over bridge</i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>Giant hands lift into the air</i><br />
<i>And protect him from the frost </i><br />
<i>That is covering the hollow</i><br />
<i>And the arch he couldn't cross </i><br />
<i><br />
</i><br />
<i>They abandon the stiff body</i><br />
<i>To embrace the dark alone</i><br />
<i>Kissing dead the love that's breathing</i><br />
<i>Trough the wicked crystal ball </i><br />
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</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-7902159008425507532010-03-02T15:57:00.001+01:002010-03-02T15:57:13.201+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqEmW4O4RJ2sVRJ3wTzEbsbXEe2vKSOJhyphenhyphen0O-SV6BD0GZjm9cVceQNrSam1Z5wOwsHhTTOXmCZfdB8g7hOIEg2A2fbPc4iOCxNSnAahicIyKqhFP5QizTE42eal3upjymCRBXXiMgqZY/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqEmW4O4RJ2sVRJ3wTzEbsbXEe2vKSOJhyphenhyphen0O-SV6BD0GZjm9cVceQNrSam1Z5wOwsHhTTOXmCZfdB8g7hOIEg2A2fbPc4iOCxNSnAahicIyKqhFP5QizTE42eal3upjymCRBXXiMgqZY/s320/Picture+003.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-6042734488953214882010-03-01T21:04:00.002+01:002010-03-02T15:54:15.848+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KlMMrNysYaN-tiquT9PJMobEHCkaq9shaY1HCTb69QluWxXob3z-Kwbn5hYAayPUFrF3Gn6jYokDUz70b4-kfMKMP2daVisMLuTsolZnuULfStLzqFyp9KyrWDkydq0ss0i6XLDu3uU/s1600-h/Picture_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KlMMrNysYaN-tiquT9PJMobEHCkaq9shaY1HCTb69QluWxXob3z-Kwbn5hYAayPUFrF3Gn6jYokDUz70b4-kfMKMP2daVisMLuTsolZnuULfStLzqFyp9KyrWDkydq0ss0i6XLDu3uU/s320/Picture_005.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-82266454883447652902010-03-01T21:00:00.001+01:002010-03-02T15:55:51.369+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN22pDHZkUZVuvlFt6xd5-KauU9B1KAh7PpRrphNsS8-O1uPSkj4xJcN1OEJ4JgnrFlarKL-87px7hiza8K483fDH5DPcwVNeYQuAYxbpR-vsEt0TpE959slNIENLbHz1P5-bQMcggzA/s1600-h/Picture_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN22pDHZkUZVuvlFt6xd5-KauU9B1KAh7PpRrphNsS8-O1uPSkj4xJcN1OEJ4JgnrFlarKL-87px7hiza8K483fDH5DPcwVNeYQuAYxbpR-vsEt0TpE959slNIENLbHz1P5-bQMcggzA/s320/Picture_001.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-73163562553761688292010-02-15T12:19:00.001+01:002010-02-15T12:21:45.249+01:00The Traveller<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMNL_2GN1ov811H-z9sWtqE5tf8gb5BxpalboC7jnDdmMMUAfR519BbbpbRpmv0AsrWO7Fx8e9UZNw5cfUxY8VpAZfBLDQsorQSXM5kh3kXRlHx15egLG34gKWwz8l3UvQVHOITvIsJE/s1600-h/the+traveler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMNL_2GN1ov811H-z9sWtqE5tf8gb5BxpalboC7jnDdmMMUAfR519BbbpbRpmv0AsrWO7Fx8e9UZNw5cfUxY8VpAZfBLDQsorQSXM5kh3kXRlHx15egLG34gKWwz8l3UvQVHOITvIsJE/s320/the+traveler.jpg" /></a></div><i>He might be seen along the road <br />
It's happening for years, <br />
So odd ,it is the way he suddenly arrives, <br />
The way......he disappears . </i><br />
<br />
<i>His empty eyes are looking deep <br />
And time to time he smiles, <br />
A shade of gesture, that is all he gives, <br />
Whenever he may stop. <br />
<br />
A lady saw him once, to pass <br />
The road he took that day, <br />
It,s just another lurking path <br />
Beyond,the yesterday. <br />
<br />
The same old road,avoids the cross <br />
Narrowing, up there <br />
For us, nobody came to tell <br />
If it's leading anywhere.</i><br />
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<a href="http://daniardelean.blogspot.com/">Danut Ardelean</a>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-82363426860050559372010-02-11T20:53:00.004+01:002010-02-11T20:55:30.480+01:00Specialitate Romaneasca<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktrL4N-TVN_ml3-0nVYEpjEnkpnSeoLvvzPfPH_q8m2z-s6apFpjpE84uNryKx32RE1UoPjIp0qdB1_pi9F09wuLk7FbfhLxniUY2A1nAnLJJziz_JFot-hVHbhezsQexzEcb2sHkMBQ/s1600-h/oferta+zilei.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktrL4N-TVN_ml3-0nVYEpjEnkpnSeoLvvzPfPH_q8m2z-s6apFpjpE84uNryKx32RE1UoPjIp0qdB1_pi9F09wuLk7FbfhLxniUY2A1nAnLJJziz_JFot-hVHbhezsQexzEcb2sHkMBQ/s320/oferta+zilei.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-6510341162814278862010-02-11T20:48:00.003+01:002010-02-11T20:49:33.783+01:00Racheta Alba<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZqCgyolZdUYx5AcfRuCyb83eRFx1o7BIK-Fg79CAiy_5K-is1SZm09irgQCULcJ1efYoLpUGmAtQgO7WchO4xWlh3Mv8rC2fd7B-7PFJxWXo6sDHpRd_u0ttxvdOJopAcqPuQP8B5h8/s1600-h/scut+anti+racheta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyZqCgyolZdUYx5AcfRuCyb83eRFx1o7BIK-Fg79CAiy_5K-is1SZm09irgQCULcJ1efYoLpUGmAtQgO7WchO4xWlh3Mv8rC2fd7B-7PFJxWXo6sDHpRd_u0ttxvdOJopAcqPuQP8B5h8/s320/scut+anti+racheta.jpg" /></a></div>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1867654995795893144.post-11578407307363500292010-02-09T01:41:00.003+01:002010-02-20T10:45:34.057+01:00The Man In The Mirror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wDyU5wDhquNRQOzNUOb3SQe-y8uPZuo5sH7UwTSv2zjLTTWFxXoAJRFH7Hca6vzzqhv99opmFDKF7phFdNvJOtrhZZM4JaayC6zOtlUyIX6_zasDVOeaAzK2NxO2EA2mwifdFK_TDak/s1600-h/dani+mirror8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1wDyU5wDhquNRQOzNUOb3SQe-y8uPZuo5sH7UwTSv2zjLTTWFxXoAJRFH7Hca6vzzqhv99opmFDKF7phFdNvJOtrhZZM4JaayC6zOtlUyIX6_zasDVOeaAzK2NxO2EA2mwifdFK_TDak/s320/dani+mirror8.jpg" /></a></div>Shreddred pieces.In your bedroom.<br />
You don't look.Anymore,<br />
Instead of a smile ,into a mirror,<br />
Stands out in silence, just the wall.<br />
<br />
Shreddred pieces . In your bedroom.<br />
Cutting stars....on the floor,<br />
Foud their sky on the bottom<br />
In a bin , next to the door.<br />
<br />
Shreddred pieces. In your bedroom.<br />
A clear image ?No more.<br />
Refuses to fade into the background,<br />
Killing the man in the mirror.<br />
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<i>Danut Ardelean</i>dan ardeleanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12865937306318000188noreply@blogger.com1