by Petru Racolța I am a king without a throne and without a crown, Determined to never abdicate. I am a king without a kingdom and royal palaces, But only in my generous imagination. I’m a king without blue blood But with the clear sky in sight And the red of love in the heart.… Leer más I am King
by Petru Racolța My thoughts are scattered, But when they all come together, Only you are the common denominator in them And the only one who still exalts me. Countless dreams I have in my sleep, Many disappear one by one, towards the morning, But they remain in my mind as exhortations, Those in which… Leer más Essential choices
by Petru Racolța THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY morning, When I was born greedy for life, I was sucking at my mother’s breast Longing for earth and stars. YESTERDAY I was reading the alphabet And I was widening the border in my mind, Discovering a whole world Through Eminescu and Ion Creangă. That’s how I gathered… Leer más Life in five days
by Petru Racolța The dawn set, and a dusky rises, Another door opens on departure, It appears as the end because it is unknown, The final step takes you to the beginning. It is only the belt of darkness that separates Two experiences with unusual feelings, Without having any tangent between them, And we call… Leer más The dawn set
by Petru Racolța Just a seed of love, That’s all I got from you I planted it deep in my heart, Sprinkling it with drops of hope. It sprouted in my chest, Filling it with stems Of nutritious leaves And buds about to explode. The stems rose to the brain, And the buds opened among… Leer más The seed of love
by Petru Racolța I crushed my soul trying to fly, I took it to the hospital to put it in a cast, But they told me they don’t have bandages If I didn’t bring them from home. I caught my heart from beating too often, The cardiologist assured me that it was incurable And I… Leer más Agitation
by Petru Racolța if my house catches fire I’ll go out the door or the window to call the fire department and then I’ll get up another home if the forest catches fire I’ll run to the field and I will pray for a rain what will prepare the ground for other seedlings if the… Leer más When the heart burns
by Petru Racolța When you cried in the rain I wanted to block the springs For the waters sanctified by your tears Not to scatter on the ground When you laughed in the sun I wanted to surround you with a greenhouse For the warmth of your smiles Not to evaporate into the ether When… Leer más Regrets
by Petru Racolța People have wings raised inside, They only open at night, during sleep, Silently they carry them into Edenic worlds Or in the realms of hell, They lift them in the highest spheres, Or throw them into the dark abysses, As their day-to-day thoughts are And hopes crept into their heart. People have… Leer más People have wings
Your voice can be The gentle whisper of a virgin, Like a sweet symphony With a violin solo. Sometimes your voice is Like a trumpet at the call, That pushes and gathers me, Until I feel like I’m breathless. Your voice has got signals, Deciphered only in time, Stabbing like daggers Or brightening my face.… Leer más Forecast of the day
by Petru Racolța Beauty sprouts in a blade of grass And it is completed by a sacrosanct forest, Beauty springs from the flow of a stream And it is fulfilled by reaching the temperate ocean, Beauty begins with a splash of colour Multiplying in a Traveling Rainbow, Beauty comes from a word of love And… Leer más Eternal Beauty
by Petru Racolța When we united our destinies, I kissed you on the eyelids, It was the seal of my lips for your heart, But you soon broke the sacred seal And opened your heart to all Who want to read you Or flip through your Dry promises And leave, Reluctant. https://racoltapetru6.wordpress.com
by Petru Racolța I didn’t tell anyone I love you Nor that you love me so much, Our love is a secret That will remain so forever. A hidden and confined feeling, It’s the holiest thing for me, What I will keep hidden from the evil world And then I’ll take it to the grave.… Leer más Secret Love
by Petru Racolța We need two hearts, To live in peace with one And with the other to love intensely, Day after day, night after night. I feel great jealousy on the octopus, Because three hearts are given to it, Probably it is the most loving Among the living things on Earth. It would be… Leer más We would need Thousands of Hearts
by Petru Racolța Green ideas like leaves, With tiny buds, in colours, It’s like ladybugs Which turn into flowers. The best ones are perfumes, Transmitted adjacently, The bad ones smoke With an unpleasant smell. Turn them into words, Sweet as cherries, And sprinkle them before, Blooming your deeds. And from the white flowers You will… Leer más The fruitful man
by Petru Racolța I have houses, but I have no landWhere to lay them down,And that’s when I decidedTo call them dream homes. I would love, but I have no one,Love boils in meAnd I find it appropriateTo give it to the first comer. I don’t have wings to fly,But I float in my mind,… Leer más Virtual prosperity
by Petru Racolța A breeze beganWhich immediately intensified,Deviating birdsTook refuge in a pond. A little rain followed,And then a bigger one,Trouble for the ant,But for fish… a delight. The wind came to life,It rises in branches,It hangs all the leavesAnd throws them through the bushes. The sun is setting,Its sphere is getting smaller,Because it migratesTo… Leer más Autumn unexpectedly
by Petru Racolța My pitcher is old And it was chipped from the first time, But I still go with it for water, Where do I come back with enough. Even if the vital fluid leaks, Sprinkling greenery on the path, The flowers tremble after the fortuitous gift, And I am happy when they claps… Leer más I still go with the pitcher for water
by Petru Racolța I have once loved a beautiful girl, like an eternal promise, I presented myself with a flower and a diamond in front of her, Her face shone at the sight of the gem And she forgot about the flower, letting it wither; That’s when my love for her faded And I’ve never… Leer más The flower and diamond
by Petru Racolța From me to the stars,I pass through a field of cornflowers,And then I come back to youIncarnate in fine dust. I will sprinkle myself on the plain,Get over your blouse,Along a springAnd on your hair. You will breathe in me unknowingly,I will think of you,I will embrace your heartAnd in dreams, it… Leer más Reincarnation
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