On January 19th

             SELF- PORTRAIT

I am the seagull

  whose wings have been broken.

I am the frail leaf

 snatched by the gust.

I am the hour

  that’s already wasted,

I am a dream

  that belongs to the past.

I am the foreseer

  that people mock at,

Or the guitar

  that has no more strings, 

I’m the dried well

        that won’t quench the thirst,

I am the jester

  scorned by the kings.

I’m not the bright rainbow

  that shines after storms,

Or the swift eagle

  high up in the sky.

I'm not the oak tree

                                            defying the time.

                                             I am just a drifter

                                              reluctant to die !

And here is the Romanian version of my same poem:

             AUTOPORTRET

Sunt pescarusul cu-aripile frante

Sunt frunza frageda smulsa de vant

Sunt ora care-i deja irosita

Sunt doar un vis ce-a ramas in trecut.

Sunt clarvazatorul de care toti rad

Sau chitara lipsita de strune

Sunt o fantana secata de mult

Sunt clovnul trist care nu stie glume.

Nu-s curcubeul sclipind dupa ploaie,

Condorul care se-avanta spre cer

Nu sunt stejarul sfidand cursul vremii

Ci un hoinar nevrand inca sa pier.

Birthday Wishes for A Special Friend

                 Carmen aka Katie Marin, my life long friend, celebrates her birthday today.
                                    HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

In loneliness, in sickness, in confusion - the mere knowledge of friendship makes it possible to endure, even if the friend is powerless to help. It is enough that friends exist.

                       

 Pompilia Stoian's song expresses in the best possible way my own thoughts and feelings:

"Prietena draga, ne cunoastem de-o viata.

De ani si ani langa mine te stiu.

Mi-ai dat mereu cu-n suras, o povata

Si-n ceasul greu mi-ai fost sprijinul viu."

I want just one thing: to live long enough to pay back, in some way, your undeserved and overwhelming friendship!