Arhive lunare: decembrie 2009
Maestro’s newest creations
Happy New Year !!!!
Eyes
by Andreea S.
What do they hide?
I gaze into yours…tiny beads
set in white sockets,
mine, searching yours, what will you let me find?
A mirror to the soul, so they say: are they not?
Joyful, curious, tortured, content.
Stand-alone, in-between, chilly or hot-
which of each do those round ones reflect?
The secret hides deep in the soul-
disloyal memories sealed and locked: treasured.
Can naïve and wise tell, what those eyes, then, reflect?
In times when Soul chooses lie and fears itself?
Mystery.
Left unsolved, in the mirror it stays:
image of a wandering, indecipherable gaze.
Bancul zilei
-Bula, pozeaza-ti sula si da-mi poza mie.
-Da ce fa, pe viu nu e buna?
-E buna dar poza pot s-o maresc.
Second Sight
by *ahermin![]()
Artist’s Comments
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home.
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
Pink Floyd
The silver sea
Dogs
Shells and Stones
by *ahermin![]()
Artist’s Comments
Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam
Search for the gold
Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds
Smooth and round and brown
See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down
Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound
I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound
Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill
Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still
Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes
And the sunrise is on your side
Pink Floyd
And the sunshine is on your thighs
Lady of stone, you are alone
Lady of stone, you are alone
Season greetings
Faces, not hearts
by Andreea S.
caras vemos corazones no sabemos, a friend once said.
Carry the weight of the world: not alone you stand.
Observe deeply, beyond noticeable features, do not merely stare.
Immerse yourself in the close by, warm world at hand.
In whispering, hinting hearts of others,
there the bath of solace lies.
In glistening pains of injured-yet ever so tough- halves long sought,
there comfort one finds.
Observe…beyond superficial, story concealing gazes.
A secret unfolds. Complexity untangles, heavy becomes light,
you realize:
helplessness resolved, when others alike you find.
In times of gentle vent that comes solely through music’s caress-
for the chords my fingers urge.
Like chemicals on my wires violins play soothingly,
notes on the strings of my brain and mind.
Niste bancuri
Un turist se adresează unui ţăran:
– Spune uncheşule, care este cel mai rapid drum spre Bucureşti?
– Sunteţi pe jos sau cu maşina?
– Cu maşina.
– Atunci, după părerea mea, cu maşina…
Doi stau de vorbă:
– Auzi, mă, ce e ăla şah?
– Bă, şahu’ e piesele alea care le băgăm noi în pungă când jucăm table.
Un om căruia îi cam plăcea să bea merge la doctor, acuzând grave dureri de cap. Doctorul îl consultă, după care îi spune:
– Nu pot să pun un diagnostic bolii dumneavoastră. Cred că de vină este alcoolul.
– Nici o problemă, domnule doctor, am să vin când sunteţi treaz.
Ce este soacra?
Soacra este un regizor al scenelor din familie.
Plutonierul:
– Ostaş Gavriliţă, poţi să înoţi?
Ostaşul:
– Pot, să trăiţi!
Plutonierul:
– Şi unde ai învăţat să înoţi?
Ostaşul:
– În apă, dom’ plutonier!
La un salon de tablouri cu vânzare:
– Ce garanţie am că acest tablou e original şi nu este o copie?
– Noi eliberăm garanţie pe trei ani.
Anunţ: Vă putem ajuta să vă onoraţi datoriile, inclusiv cea conjugală.
– Dumneata într-adevăr ai 114 ani, moşulică?
– Exact!
– Şi ce ai făcut de ai ajuns la o vârstă aşa de înaintată?
– Am avut răbdare!
Un proprietar de Trabant în magazinul de piese auto:
– Pentru Trabantul meu aş dori două ştergătoare de parbriz.
La care vânzătorul:
– Este în ordine. Găsesc că e un schimb cinstit…
Doi ursi stau de vorba, inainte de hibernare si privesc cum frunzele
cad din copaci. Unul dintre ei zice:
– Odata si odata, tot ma trezesc eu mai din timp sa vad cine lipeste
frunzele la loc!
Un vanator vede un urs suit intr-un visin. Il intreaba:
– Ce faci acolo?
– Mananc cirese.
– Pai cum sa mananci cirese, tu nu vezi ca stai intr-un visin?
– Mi-am adus de-acasa!
De ce caraie cioara cand zboara? Schimba viteza!…
Este vara si foarte cald. Sotul iese din baie si ii spune sotiei:
– Iubito, e foarte cald si trebuie sa tund peluza. Ce crezi ca vor
spune vecinii daca ies afara dezbracat?
Sotia il priveste si raspunde:
– Ca probabil m-am casatorit cu tine pentru bani…
A pierde o sotie e un lucru deosebit de greu. In unele cazuri este
de-a dreptul imposibil…
La o unitate militara din desert vine un nou comandant. Vazand tipu o
camila legata de un stalp, intreaba ce-i cu ea.
– Pai, stiti domn sef, raspunde unul mai indraznet, cand mai avem
nevoie de femei .
Seara comandantul cere sa i se aduca camila in cort. Iese dupa o ora
inchieindu-se la pantaloni:
– Deci asa o faceti voi, hm?
– Noi in general o folosim sa mergem cu ea la femei in satul vecin
Sunteti ginecolog?
– Nu, dar pot sa arunc o privire
Only in Israel :-)
Microfonul 2 :-) ..only in Romania
A …hungry blonde :-)
Eu te iubesc, nu fac misto…
Tel Aviv-old and new
A Christmas Song
I love Jethro Tull since I was 13 years old. Their music changed the colors of my soul and filled my life with beauty .
Merry Christmas !
Maestro’s newest creations
Bancul zilei
Old but nice :-)
Of fortune
by Andrea.S.
My search for best
has found its place.
Longing for serenity
came through storm.
The joy of certainty, faith, bliss,
in which one dwells and delves, enchanted-
gratitude I find
for warmth and feelings of acceptance, credence, friendship-
love: of human kind
Honesty, for which I look- to be recaptured
over the corner lays.
one day finally I will reach
It won’t escape, it will be captured
in its bare display of arrays.
Freedom, opportunities, endless possibilities and will
to learn, to realize
erase all hindrances and worries which threaten to stem and grow.
Young-spirited spurs that pass, are they
or insights and truths
that forever last?
Justifying myself, need I a mandate
It is beyond me, should I not hope? nonetheless I am well.
Luck is my companion, which I cherish,
along with and hand by hand with
my gratitude.
The Cage
by *ahermin![]()
Artist’s Comments
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
Pink Floyd
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