When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!

House of roses

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
Carl Jung
The more frightening the world becomes...the more art becomes abstract.

Friday, June 22, 2007

The wings of morning

Visele mele

vorbe nespuse,

pasari albe

cautandu-si cerul.

Ochiul inchis

de teama sa nu piarda

imaginea albastrului

abia rasarit.

As vrea sa iau cu mine

Aripile acestei dimineti

Si sa le daruiesc inserarii.

My dreams

Unutterable words,

White birds

Looking for the sky.

The eye shut

For fear of losing

The image of the blue

Just risen.

I wish to take with me

The wings of this morning

And give them to the night-fall.