Daria Gordon

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„Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the instrument as you go along”

Niciodata nu mi-a placut sa scriu despre mine. Sau sa ma descriu. Asa ca textul acesta este, cu siguranta scris-sters-scris-sters de cateva ori. Dar mi-am facut curaj si iata-ma: m-am nascut la Constanta de unde am luat dragostea pentru mare si am invatat sa visez muntele. Am locuit in Ardeal…

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Evening thought

De îmbunătățit

Daria Gordon•Jurnal•#thoughts•7 mai 2012

The sun has gone down, taking with it my last hope of winning. Winning a game I no longer even want to play. Games are always interesting up to the point I start losing or I start feeling

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in the darkness

Daria Gordon•Poezie•14 aug. 2008

Wearing a sarcastic smile And changing its masks every day Darkness steals power. It sews as spiders do in corners webs of coldness and hatred. And every shadow makes everything

Trying to find you

Daria Gordon•Jurnal•14 aug. 2008

Walking on the streets of an empty and old town, I have tried to find you. But after long walks in the hot summer I got lost in a deaf and hostile darkness. I have passed through forests followed

Forget Me Not

Daria Gordon•Poezie•14 aug. 2008

A lake of glass was shining in the moon A friendly sun was...sunbathing at noon A sky of hopes and a calm sea of wishes... The mountains in the golden summer day With haughty woods that always

under the sun of love

Daria Gordon•Jurnal•22 sept. 2006

Sitting on the edge of light, i have fallen in love. A love we both believed in, full of happiness. i thought that clouds would never come back if the sun was on; but then, i was surprised to hear: