White Dreams
Pink petals passing Scents above so high Painted porcelain perfection Blossoms caress the sky Pastel hues falling Slow fluttering grace Pink petals passing Lining streams in lace (Mary...
read morePink petals passing Scents above so high Painted porcelain perfection Blossoms caress the sky Pastel hues falling Slow fluttering grace Pink petals passing Lining streams in lace (Mary...
read moreThere is wonder in most everything I see Not a cloud in the sky Got the sun in my eyes And I won’t be surprised if it’s a dream … Something in the wind has learned my name And it’s tellin’ me that things are not the same In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze There’s a pleasin’ sense of happiness for me...
read moreDimineata cu ceata … miros de cafea. Frunze tivite cu zahar isi asteapta cuminti randul. Mai repede, mai repede … zic ele. Asa gandesc si eu. E tare frig. M-as intoarce la cafeaua calda, dar cristalele de gheata ma fascineaza. Fiecare frunza are un alt decor. O raza de soare timida se zbate sa treaca de acoperisul de alaturi. Cand ajunge in dreptul nostru, cristalele de zahar se...
read moreDe la Macin, am plecat spre Turcoaia, in cautarea cetatii Troesmis, una din cetatile principale ale getilor. Informatii din http://www.info-delta.ro: Troesmis a fost de-a lungul intregii perioade antice un important punct strategic, cea mai veche mentiune a sa fiind in Ponticele lui Ovidius. Apoi este mentionat de catre Ptolemeu, ca fiind un lagar al legiunii a V-a Macedonica. Alte mentiuni...
read moreWeekendul trecut am avut la o nunta la Braila. Drumul spre casa a luat o ruta putin ocolitoare. Desi vremea nu prea a tinut cu noi, ne-am aventurat pe malul bratului Dunarii, in directia Macin – Turcoaia, in speranta ca o sa vedem castrul roman Arrubium si cetatea Troesmis. Pe prima am ratat-o, ne-am luat cu vorba si ne-am dat seama cam tarziu ca deja trecusem de ea. Pe a doua nu am...
read moreSee how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet; And scarcely feels the floor the wings of those harmonious feet. Ob, are they flying shadows from their native forms set free? Or phantoms in the fairy ring that summer moonbeams see? Friedrich von...
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