Alexandra

“Nu pot sa sufar, suflet miscator,
femeie care-mi izvoraste din coasta si-n pietre de
melancolie, arzator, cu timpla dai,
ca-n inima mea proasta
Pasul tau zvelt din glezna mea
sa-l rupi nu pot sa sufar, nu, fara durere
Mi-e sufletul culcat pe colti de lupi.
Devine loc
dunga subtire de tacere si de sub palma lata-a mea,
umarul tau cu suierat de tren se
smulge-asurzitor spre-un tunel, spre vid, spre hau,
spre-un chip neinventat, traind in viitor
Nu pot sa sufar, nu, sa treaca intre noi reci dorurile
ce le misti doar tu nici intimplarile ca
niste bivoli stinsi, greoi, si nici distantele sa treaca.
Nu.”
― Nichita Stănescu

“He felt as though he were failing in practically every area of his life. Lately, happiness seemed as distant and unattainable to him as space travel. He hadn't always felt this way. There had been a long period of time during which he remembered being very happy. But things change. People change. Change was one of the inevitable laws of nature, exacting its toll on people's lives. Mistakes are made, regrets form, and all that was left were repercussions that made something as simple as rising from the bed seem almost laborious. ”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Choice

“Tell me, if I caught you one day
And kissed the sole of your foot,
Wouldn't you limp a little then,
Affraid to crush my kiss?...”
― Nichita Stanescu

“Spune-mi, daca te-as prinde-ntr-o zi
si ti-as saruta talpa piciorului,
nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin, dupa aceea,
de teama sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul?”
― Nichita Stănescu, O viziune a sentimentelor