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Monday, 21 December 2009

Red Roses...

"..this creation represents the pure love of my parents..since my father died..this is the last memory that remained alive...I miss my father..and I dare to say that if I were able to give half of my live just to see,speak and embrace my father once again..I would do it with all my heart:(!!!"

Red roses were her favorites,
her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them,
tied with pretty bows.

The year he died,
the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine",
like all the years before.

Each year he sent her roses,
and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year,
than last year on this day.

She knew this was the last time
that the roses would appear.
As they were delivered
every year.

She thought, he ordered roses
in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know,
that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early,
way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy,
everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems,
and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait
of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours,
in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture,
and the roses sitting there.

A year went by,
and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude,
that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour,
as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang,
and there were roses,
sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in,
and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone,
to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him,
if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her,
causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away,
more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call,
and you would want to know".

"The flowers you received today,
were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead,
he left nothing to chance".

"There is a standing order,
that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance,
you'll get them every year".

"There also is another thing,
that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...
he did this years ago".

"Then should ever I find out
that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent,
to you the following year".

She thanked him and hung up the phone,
her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking,
as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had
written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence,
this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love,
I know it's been a year since
I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard
for you to overcome".

"I know it must be lonely,
and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way,
I know how I would feel".

"The love we shared made everything
so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say,
you were the perfect wife".

"You were my friend and lover,
you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year,
but please try not to grieve".

"I want you to be happy,
even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses
will be sent to you for years".

"I have always loved you
and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on,
you have some living still".

"The roses will come every year,
and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered,
when the florist stops to knock".

"He will come five times that day,
in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit,
he will know without a doubt,

To take the roses to the place,
where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are,
together once again".

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Printre lacrimi seci...

Ratacind in lumea toata,
Dus de valuri reci,
Vezi natura ce e moarta,
Printre lacrimi seci.

Ai iubit candva o fata,
Ce ti-a taiat suflarea,
Ai simtit ca te doboara,
In gandu-ti durerea.

Soarele iti este martor,
La tradarea ei,
Ura-ti devine un mentor,
In uitarea ei.

De e greu sa vezi lumina
Nu-nceta sa speri .
Vei simti din nou iubirea,
Printer lacrimi seci.

Va veni o noua “EA”
Ce te va uimi,
Gingasa, firava , ea
Sincer va iubi.

Crede totusi in destin
De-oriunde va veni,
Te va face fericit
Si tu o vei iubi.

Mitul Vietii

Miturile lumii, ce timpul au schimbat,
Povesti si zicatori prin oameni au umblat.
Caci s-au trezit la viata, iubiri nenumarate,
Prin suflet ce-au trait, ramas-au neuitate.

O inima se scalda, in lacul muritor,
Al vietii pamantene, ce macina un dor.
Iubirea este totul,dar gandul o respinge,
De veacuri izolat, cand teama n-o invinge.

Nimic nu e perfect, exista si greseli.
Regretul e amarnic, din care tot inveti.
Viata e un haos, mereu de ne-nteles,
E greu, dar cu rabdare, ea capata un sens

Saturday, 19 December 2009

Pe tarm..singuratate..

Ce-mi poate spune piatra

Roasa din temelii

De vanturi si-unde marea

Nicicand nu va vorbi?

Pe-aceleasi tarmuri negre

Infiorata umbra

Lumina n-o mai vede

Caci o-mpresoara ura.

Se-aud soptiri de duhuri

Se-nchide perla marii

Inspaimantate ganduri

Coboara-n vraja zarii…

Tacerea ce domneste

Pe tarm ca un titan

Durerea o trezeste-n

Delirul cel tiran.

Adesea cu vintrele

Mai mari eu am plutit

Un vis prins in inele

In mare s-a tot stins.

Pe tarm…singuratate

Se varsa-ncet in larg

Ganduri, priviri uitate

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