12 April 2009

I wrote a poem to myself

I am a fool. I pick up tears
From Sadness valley once a year.
You thought you knew me;
I stopped and stared. I smiled
And cried-you fool!
Your words were spoken.
What to do? To do something
Has never been more difficult.
I fell. That fall!
I am a fool. I pick up words
From Liars’ valley once a year.
I stop and stare and smile and hope
That this is it and I can rest.
I trouble trouble every day,
This is my poise, my restless quest
For love, for love, for rest.

Recunosc, I was bored stiff.


  1. Beautifull! Aplauze, aplauze :D .

    Don't we all want to rest...but that restless state of mind at least keeps you busy from time to time, I just want to bealieve it's not useless, although it usually is.

  2. Well, it really does keep my mind busy. But now I don't even have time for this restless quest.


With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

îmi ţin fericirea în buzunare, în zeci de buzunare cusute pe dos.

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