Petrescu Andreea-Ioana

Snowballs roll up into juicy hot drops When geometric bodies lose their balance A force a dot a bat are dancing Up on the wire in the night\'s old noises Among the circus lights chaotic The wind

When I look into your eyes Fire sparks flood the skies The people burn The Earth is torn An angel cries of pain Old God was drowned by rain We lie between

I`m going to be 80 one day Old and lonely Without a soul to warm me Sad and grey With my shadow I will play I won`t cry Tears petrified in mirrors Just clay

Her thoughts were going out the window, Then in the silence of the night; She could not hear the wind blow And she could see no light. it`s wrong but right No guiding stars

The sun comes up and in its rays I find a map The dark, old maize I leave behind I have succeded, cheated Time And now I hold it In my hand The world`s all mine, a grain of

I want to fly To fall so high I touch the sky I want to buy A Satan`s cry So he could die by my last sigh I want to try To change the lie To see the eye And then... I`ll

A few rays of light are piercing the sun; Shadows propagate and put away the dark A path is made up by the light: A one way street, nor left or right... And so I`m walking mesmerized,

darkness falls into her eyes I see a flame burning in the heart of ancient warriors swords of steel lie deep in the lake the tears of restless lands facing the future

On wings of Pegasus, Light as air, Touching the clouds, I feel you there. Heavenly light Warming my soul Hides under the dirt; Into that fire I fall. The Earth is not