Vavila Popovici

You want the freedom of the leaf, its power to reveal and color in the green of hope; to call the warm rays of the sun and happy raindrops, to her sweet delight! The freedom and generosity of

You want the freedom of the leaf, its power to reveal and color in the green of hope; to call the warm rays of the sun and happy raindrops, to her sweet delight! The freedom and generosity of

The pencil walks impatiently on the paper, the words flow like wine on drunken nights. How I feel - only the heart knows! The eyes wander aimlessly, imagining a caressing hand. From hopes I

I dreamed of you, my love! You were crying. You, who never shed tears, although you have always cried in yourself. By the signs, that's how men cry! I was the only being I could hear inner

I'd like to know how you look forward to the evening, collapsed in your comfortable armchair. I'd like to see the light slowly disappear on your face, how do you look at the sky the last ray

The golden loneliness of the day, the soft breath of wind, the light arrows shake dreams over the world. Happy, the trees move the branches gracefully. Whole leaves fall in their

I’ve put on green colors, to be loved by the grass of the earth, leaves of trees; I’ve put diamonds rings on my fingers for the sky to like the brightness; I’ve thrown my sandals away to

The silence flows unseen her murmur lets itself be heard; migratory birds cross the sky, with their wide wings the air is kissed. How much fuel is housed in frail bodies! – I say. And I start

Stranger, if all the fears left from my wild soul, I would be whiter, lighter… “Tame me”, stranger, be like “the fox” for “The little prince”! If you will “tame” me my fears will leave me, my

The order of the world is falling apart like the cloth eaten by moths. Some are no longer waiting for anything, surfeit, desolation, madness seize them, some others are seized by insolence –

I said to the flower in the pot: Stop moving! The wind does not blow! And ... I closed the window. The flower scolded me: Let the sun gift me the playful light wave, so that I can feed and

Oh, if you knew how many sleepless nights I got to know from your departure ... I went on the beach at night, I watched the Evening Star, the rays of the moon, and I fell asleep feeling

You loved my long hair, you would tell me that you sensed the pleasant smell of perfume, while you quietly ruffled, the strands of hair, soft and thin like threads of silk, with a tender and

The night crept in with silent and measured steps, making its way through things in the house. Your eyes sparkled hungry and greedy, revealing the depths of thought ... Then came the morning

When the purity of some moments dominates us, the soul’s intense nuanced vibrations enrich the register of memories... My dear father – the first man who taught me silence! He would take me

Winter evening. White sheets await another poem of going-return through life. And I think about how in your absence, how calm thoughts through words, how they bandage the wounds remain

I’m upset at her hasty departure, nervous of autumn, when November drives away her gentle warmth, scaring tumultuous trees; the insolent wind passing through trees, wailing like a dog beaten

How we stood like two lonely trees, moving my hands – gesticulating, bathing words in my own halo, I narrated my entire love story. Was there anything else left to say? You listened, you

The Bird of the universe passes beating of her outstretched wings, whistling, cautioning the coming of the autumn. Trees wanting rest, the pantries, cuisines are closed. All of nature

Poetry It is the aura of Shakespeare's play. It is the song sung on Stradivarius violin strings. It is color and light from a Rembrandt painting. It is Carara marble carved by

“If one thing is not, one still is and with him is the whole world”. All are One and One – above all! God of my heart! “Minus a b, multiplied by three a”, one makes algebraic equation

How does night begin? With an angel who stains the sky with his blue, cold breath. The bare foot of the angel presses gently the mute key, the dialogue of the birds is extinguished, trees are

I think that when my mother carried me in her belly She watched the grass, from the raw green wheat To the yellow reflexes; I think my mother walked her body Through the orchards with fruit

Tell me mother, When you carried me in your womb Did you dance and sing Mother? All the Cherubim and Seraphim Sang in your prayers! Where else would I have had This restlessness, Longing to