Credeam ca ale mele cautari au luat sfarsit. Imi imaginam cum voi simti ceea ce am cautat atat de mult timp.
Se pare ca doar am crezut. 

Intotdeauna am stiut ca ma voi intoarce aici.

La tine Imzadi...

Stiam ca nimic nu e facut sa reziste, stiam ca orice inceput are si un sfarsit.

Doar tu Imzadi mereu ma astepti in liniste, stiind clar ca mereu ma voi intoarce la tine,

cu capul plecat iar tu ma saruti zambind si-mi soptesti: Bine ai revenit Imzadi.

Tu nu ai sfarsit...Tu vei fi mereu cu mine.

I want forever to balance
Passion and love
in the same roll of emotions......
I want to enlace me with love
to your life
And with passion donate me,

without restrictions.....

Everything will be ok

ONE night we were together, you and I,
And had unsown Assyria for a lair,
Before the walls of Babylon rose in air.
How languid hills were heaped along the sky,
And white bones marked the wells of alkali,
When suddenly down the lion-path a sound . . .
The wild man-odor . . . then a crouch, a bound,
And the frail Thing fell quivering with a cry!

Your yellow eyes burned beautiful with light:
The dead man lying there quieted and white:
I roared my triumph over the desert wide,
Then stretched out, glad for the sands and satisfied;
And through the long, star-stilled Assyrian night,
I felt your body breathing by my side.

Fall in love or fall in hate.
Get inspired or be depressed
Ace a test or flunk a class.
Make babies or make art.
Speak the truth or lie and cheat.
Dance on tables or sit in the corner.
Live is divine chaos. Embrace it.
Forgive yourself. Breathe.
And enjoy the ride.......

secret words heard

hidden desire unwired

flaunt teases pleases

vows spoken broken

this is your game.

i try to play by the rules

and wind up

THE loser

in the end.

funny thing....

they kept on changing

you kept on rearranging

to come off

scot free

lips kissed first

eyes plied despise

heart impart depart

choice chase voice

silence scars

lips are sealed

by anger not deserved

i did nothing....

but played your game.

i lose.

you win.

happy?

good.

Imzadi

Say the word
and most will look perplexed.
The word is new,
but the concept has
existed through out time.
An image.
A thought.
An unnamed longing.
A part of ourselves
we didn't know existed.
It's roots
are in fantasy.
But it's conception
is within the soul.