Daniela Voicu

LEYENDO EN LAS LINEAS DE LA MANO BY DANIELA VOICU AND FERNANDO TORRES-GARCIA Los profundas notas de la noche baila en mi cabello con gotas de eternidad Es un pensamiento, un gesto, un

How lovely the morning is, penetrated by the silence of the loneliness and the sleepy green red dragons fly in circles around the lost feelings Next to me on the old couch God

I listen to the rain\'s soft music on preludes of notes over deeper night on south refreshing the veniam air

Raindrops\' Sonata By Steve Robison and Daniela Voicu Part 1: Prelude Moon\'s light bends in the translucence of raindrops Lovers drenched in the perfection of the moment Still

DUST DEAMON by DANIELA VOICU \"Don\'t take my soul!\" The man says one day. Let me hear! \"I love people, I love life.\" The Demon comes to the window and looks at him, \"You

so cold ... walking on the snow storm my arms try to find you in white places too much white angels throw flowers from the sky my tears are frozen my lips are blue no breath to call your

From the first beginning\'s of our existence, happiness was expressed by: poets in poem, paintings, music... all this, beauteous. What is happiness? Its a mood: peace of soul, light of soul which

With the last word in the existence Love penetrates the distance. Mind - eyes looking so far, Mysterious love we are, Life; our fighting with the words: Love - End - Beginnings . No matter

On your lips the words are Color of sunset under the ocean, Like a sound of wave I feel deep in me… Moonlight on your skin, The love touch the last star on the Universe. Every

space far = material not far = spiritual lost in deep past, find the future in your eyes when you look inside your soul...

stay in the light maybe the beast will come tonight she will come alone and take your soul

I will poison you, first And your blood Will be like a storm in the night. This poet is my property And you will pay With your life: My nails striking your Eyes Like a black cat. You

I am not your trash, To send me directly to death, Like a paper on fire. Maybe I am your soul, Then keep the trash inside you, Or take the paper and make a book. Make me recyclable.

Si existe algo real en la vida Es el amor que lo tengo para ti, Tan fuerte sentimiento Que me hace a veces volar. Amado mío, me has dado un alma Que lo tengo escondida donde nadie me

Sie haben den Dichter, meiner Seele getötet. Ich bin allein in meinem dunklen Leben… Es gibt keinen Grund zu schreiben. Ich habe nicht die Wörter, um Gedichte für Sie zu schreiben.

You’ve killed the poet, my soul. I am alone in my dark life... there’s no reason to write I don’t have the words to write poems for you; still, I am lost in the deep past. You’ve

No mercy, The horologe has stopped At 12 o\'clock in the night I jump from my dream bed Strange dreams with White flake and perfumed magnolias. I take the horologe And throw

die letzte Tür träumen… öffnen Sie die Tür zu Ihrer Seele

dreaming the last door... open the door to your soul