Bogdan Olteanu

You hear them in the light When daydreams feed our yearning souls. You hear them in the night When darkness from the shadows crawls. They smash against us with unbearable strength And keep our

From a painted sky, a clear blue moon smiles down on me. Lack of ambition, lack of submission or simply lack of despair? A bird tarries her flight full of life on my arm. With cries of

Oh, love, how ungrateful you are to leave the lover when you\'re done! Once satisfied your needs, you\'re gone and never turn to watch the ruin from afar. Oh, love, how cruel you look to

Tick, tack... the clock is ticking. Tick, tack... all life is dripping out of the body of Time. Tick, tack... the clock is tripping. Tick, tack... the tongues are licking the wounds from the

Oh, get thee down, thou brightest star, And shine thy splendid rays of gold! Thy glamor blinds us from afar, And yet thy heart is ever cold. Who made thee master of our souls? Who said that

You smile. I crave your smile. It brings me peace. The sky of my soul clears up at the slightest motion of your lips. And in your eyes I see the colors of love - a rainbow of dreams. If I

Confused and lost, alone in my soul, I feel my way through darkness, yet nothing is at place. I reach for you... I grasp you... I’m mad beyond control... I yearn to breathe you in, to touch

You are my heart, you are my soul, you are my life, you are my goal. And I won\'t live another\'s life and I won\'t have another by my side. You\'re in my thoughts my mind my eyes; I

If I could bring a wonder into words... it would be you. If I could sigh a whisper into being... it should be true. If I could put a smile upon your face... a smile would do... If I could love you

I love it when she smiles, though she’s such a tease. I love it when she kisses me, though her lips make me lose myself. I love it when she whispers, bringing the soft memory of bliss back into

You have grown into my heart terribly tearing apart my inconsistency, my right to be forever free of your cruel art. You have bit me with fangs that threw me in the pangs of torment too

Sleep wished to hold me captive for a while more. But the heart (that is me) rebuked the mind (that is alien) for his subversive attempt. After all, what am I if not the freest of thralls?

Straying on the paths of the abyss I make my narrow escape from the world where reason was tyrant, where feeling was pain and hope just a fake. Dashing into the realm of chaos, I pay my own

There is such sadness in her eyes, and so much sorrow when she sighs under the burden of despair. And so unfair for one so fair to have and lose when none dares care for more than fear and cruel

Ah, man! you wonderful villain! you faithless divine! You’ve always amazed me; your ruthless desires I took for a sign. A sigh tears the night asunder; the hour is evil, it seems. A call

Time stands still when you\'re on my mind. I wander in the maze of your smile but I\'m not lost, though your being enthralls me and makes me feel like a child again: beautiful, small and at

For all comes from nothing and into nothing comes all. Dark whispers move the darkness and in the darkness crawl. While evil feeds on goodness and breeds evil in turn, desire sets in

The Romantic – that strange species of a human being who, contrary to any reason, keeps heatedly and somewhat candidly believing that the loved one will fall into his arms. The Romantic rebels at

This bed is cold. My soul is sold to the self-righteous God of old. \"Let go of desire! Encourage conceit!\" This funeral pyre breeds utter defeat. Yet breathe if they tell you, Smile if

I doubt that time could quench in us the burning flame of our desire... Forever loved and never lost, we throw our souls onto the pyre. We smile to death and we abjure the false constraints of our

My words are stones; they go crashing into your soul, smashing everything in their way. My stone-words are reckless; they hurt you in ways you and I both deemed impossible. My reckless-words are

I stared into the starless sky but there was nothing left to prove the fall. My eyes were seeking in the shadows a place to rest from toils to be that never were more than delusions of