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Si iata ca imi gasesc fericiri in cuvinte atat de simple, in linistea aia ciudata pe care tot timpul o caut si de care paradoxal ma tem atat de tare, in ezitari timide de intelesuri sau de gesturi care inca nu-si pot gasi forma, in antitetic si in seri pustii pe strazi pustii. Eu intotdeauna caut inimi bune imbracate in vesminte malitioase.
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Scris ca tema la "Creative Writing" cu cerinta "What is love?"
Simply Love
by my silly self
Love is.
And nothing more
Always, or nevermore.
An engine
Starting me up
Or shutting me down.
A smile, or a frown.
A sunray caressing Mother Earth,
A gust of wind, a child’s birth.
A musical note, a playful song.
Both right and wrong.
A raindrop on your cheek,
A cup of tea when you are sick.
The sound of a beating heart,
That line in the last part
Of our play
Where we both say:
“- Hot chocolate, and the smell of Christmas.”
It’s a brush stroking a canvas
In shades of red, and shades of passion,
A fireplace in that cold mansion.
Soft, but solid, love’s a dreamer,
A screamer, a loser, a winner.
Love’s a guitar, not a chord,
Love’s a feeling, not a word.
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18:28