In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
Sir, whoever you are, save me! Deliver me from this person!
-A person so wonderful?
-A Demon, sir!… You say she is a beautiful creature … Rather, this person, for you will be henceforth a feared enemy… If you’ll meet her again , flee… If your fate will ever bring you around her, do not accept anything that will give you…
Fear the glass of water that you she will offer, the fruit of which she will bite half and give you the other half, or the jewel that she would offer you, asking you to accept it!… [...]
In the beginning was the end.
-Are you all right, my Lady?
-I am dead, Sir…
I walked today in the cemetery, I like to sit on a corner of marble, to read the names and dates, to dream before the faded medallion depicting a young soldier fallen on the battlefield, the beautiful Daniela dead at birth or the baby in laces.… [...]
I stumbled on a shoelace, although I thought it was well tied by a friendship of about 10 years. Living proof that there are lace, and there laces (**Romanian word play). Incredible this life, how it always surprises me, how it always entices me with a sample of “what would have been if …”.… [...]