CEAI ABURIND...

...iti recitam din Minulescu ,Eminescu ,Labis si Cosbuc...
ti-am pregatit un ceai ,urma ca sa ma duc...
...in abur aromat de flori de vara ...
iti recitasem fericit , in fiecare seara...

...ingenuncheat , si tu in abur cald de ceai
ma ascultai zambind , ma bucuram sa stai...
iti recitam ,actor, cu patima si dor...
si in lumina pala te atingeam usor..

..nu imi doream nimic , decat un alt volum
...si lada mea cu ceaiuri ,si doruri sa iti spun...
in camera in care o lumanare slaba ,un ceai , un vers in murmur ...
... spuneau ca imi esti draga...

...sa ma astepti in seara...
...cu-arome de din vara...
...sa iti recit iar versuri...
...in fiecare seara...

O DUMINICA INARIPATA....

SCHITUL HUTA-FINIS BIHOR

http://astradrom-filiala-bihor.blogspot.com/2009/09/minune-dumnezeiasca-la-schitul-huta.html

http://stiri.lacasuriortodoxe.ro/reactii--declaratii/649-un-raspuns-al-parintelui-iustin-parvu-manastirea-petru-voda-despre-lacrimile-maicii-domnului-din-icoana-de-la-huta.html

The Cure

"Nothing I am
Nothing I dream
Nothing is new
Nothing I think or believe in or say
Nothing is true

It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah, it used to be so easy...

But the last day of summer never felt so cold
The last day of summer never felt so old

All that I have
All that I hold
All that is wrong
All that I feel for or trust in or love
All that is gone

It used to be so easy
I never even tried
Yeah, it used to be so easy...

But the last day of summer never felt so cold
The last day of summer never felt so old
The last day of summer never felt so cold
Never felt so..."