ARTĂ PENTRU SUFLET
Acest site este o încercare de a promova câteva idei, vise, speranţe, temeri şi sentimente umane prin proză şi poezie. In lumea în care încercăm mereu să jucăm roluri, uneori nepotrivite, uităm să ne avem, să înţelegem cine suntem cu adevărat noi, sărmani actori pe o scenă conjuncturală. Volumule publicate, mi-au adus liniştea de care aveam nevoie, împăcarea după care tânjeam... Alte volume sunt în pregătire. Nădăjduiesc să le public. Citiţi şi pune-ţi pe foc...
This website is trying to promote some ideas, dreams, hopes, fears and human feelings through literature and poetry. In this world in which we always try to play a role, sometimes unsuitable, we forget to have our selves, to understand who really are, poor actors on a circumstantial stage. My published poetry book, brought me tranquillity I neeeded, the appease I pined for... Other books are preparation. I hope to publish them. Please reed my poetrys and burn them...
This website is trying to promote some ideas, dreams, hopes, fears and human feelings through literature and poetry. In this world in which we always try to play a role, sometimes unsuitable, we forget to have our selves, to understand who really are, poor actors on a circumstantial stage. My published poetry book, brought me tranquillity I neeeded, the appease I pined for... Other books are preparation. I hope to publish them. Please reed my poetrys and burn them...
1980
Generaţia benzii desenate, a copilăriilor fericite, a colecţionarilor de hârtii de gumă, timbre, şerveţele, vederi, a celor care respectau oamenii şi umanul, a acelora ce ştiau să-şi iubească părinţii până la capăt, a iubitorilor de natură şi artă ; generaţia care avea bani de concediu la Mare şi cartelă pentru pâine ; generaţia care, atunci când era frig şi se lua lumina, se refugia cu o pătură, o lumânare şi o carte în lumea fanteziei marilor autori. Generaţia care, poate, nu avea veleităţi prea multe, nici aspiraţii înalte, nici scopuri pragmatice dar care nu a rămas niciodată apteră, generaţia care a ştiut visa cu patimă.
The generation of comic books, of happy childhoods, of gum packing collectors, stamps, napkins, postcards, of those who respected people and the humanity, of those who knew to love their parents till the end, of those who love nature and art ; the generation who had money for holidays at Sea and ration book for bread ; the generation which, when it was cold and the electricity was off, took shelter with a blanket, a candle and a book in the world of big author’s imagination. The generation that, maybe, didn’t had many claims, no high expectations, nor pragmatically aims, but which never remained apterous, the generation who knew to dream with passion.
The generation of comic books, of happy childhoods, of gum packing collectors, stamps, napkins, postcards, of those who respected people and the humanity, of those who knew to love their parents till the end, of those who love nature and art ; the generation who had money for holidays at Sea and ration book for bread ; the generation which, when it was cold and the electricity was off, took shelter with a blanket, a candle and a book in the world of big author’s imagination. The generation that, maybe, didn’t had many claims, no high expectations, nor pragmatically aims, but which never remained apterous, the generation who knew to dream with passion.
OAMENI DE ZĂPADĂ SNOWMEN
In fiecare iarnă In every winter
simţim că am mai făcut we feel that we've made
un tur de viaţă, another tour of life
de parcă ne-am sfârşi as if we end ourselves
sau ca şi cum or as we're
am lua-o de la-nceput. start f rom the begining.
Uneori obosim Sometimes we get tired
ca după un sacrilegiu, like after a sacrilege,
mai îngheţăm în vreun gând we freeze in a tought
al unui derdeluş of a slide
din copilărie, from childhood,
în gândul vreunei voci in a thought of a voice
care ne-ncălzea... that kept us warm...
Nu vrem să ştim, We don't want to know
nu vrem să se vadă we don't want to be seen,
că suntem singuri, poate, that we are alone, maybe,
oameni de zăpadă. snowmen.
