marți, 6 aprilie 2010

“What love is...?”

Love is...

Flying above the cloudy sky,

Feeling butterflys in the stomach,

Seeing beauty all over the ride,

Being high when you are with your half side.


Love is...

A red flower in the floral plain,

A sunshine morning after rainy days,

A smile in the glumy crowd,

Peace after a bloody war.

“Celula...”

Incatusata-n al tau dor

Asemeni portii de celula,

Incatusata in amor

Ce-mi da doar suferinta.


Sa ma eliberez as vrea

Din crunta-ncatusare,

Sa alerg departe undeva

Sa simt ca nu mai doare.


Dar a celulei poarta e inchisa

Incatusata cu inversunare

Si oricat s-alerg as vrea

Raman prizoniera inimii tale.