"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for January 16, 2013



Thoughts rest on my mind
like tired birds
on their path
to the promissed land.

When they come upon me
I can hardly hear myself
I can only hear them
talking about you.

Every once in a while they come back to me
singing me about your face
telling me about your kiss
making me remember the slightest details.

When they feel strong enough
my thoughts fly back to you
always towards you
leaving me far, far away.


memyselfandela, 2012


tonight is high time
to archive my thoughts
they are too many fold
chaotic and hectic

one by one I’ll press them
between the pages of my soul
time will dry them
under layers of still.

memyselfandela, 2013


As she floats through
the Milky Way
with flowers and fish and birds in her hair
all thoughts become silent.

She escapes reality
through a broken door
slipping deeper and deeper in sleep
as there’s no more way back.

Memories grow gardens
behind her lovely eyes
in the corner of her lips
the universe smiles a dream.

memyselfandela, 2013


you are my one love
sweet bluebird of happiness
indian summer


memyselfandela, 2012

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Black & White


I long for you more
than my words could ever say
spring blooms after winter.

memyselfandela, 2012


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Skyline Haiku


She dreams of your love
Sipping slowly her coffee
You dream of other.

Love goes from a bed
To another not caring
Noone has it all.

In the morning cold
curious eyes remember
the skyline of bliss.

memyselfandela, 2012

To The Star

To The Star  / La Steaua

by Mihai Eminescu

To the star that has sprung
It’s such a long way,
That thousands of years were needed
For the light to reach us.

Perhaps for longtime it had died on the road
In blue distances,
And its ray has just now
Shone to our vision.

The icon of the star that died
Slowly climbs the sky;
It was when one could see it not,
Today we see it and it’s no more.

The same when our longing
Has perished in deep night,
The light of the extinguished love
Still follows us.

(1886, December 1)


“La steaua care-a răsărit
E-o cale-atât de lungă,
Că mii de ani i-au trebuit
Luminii să ne-ajungă.

Poate de mult s-a stins în drum
În depărtări albastre,
Iar raza ei abia acum
Luci vederii noastre,

Icoana stelei ce-a murit
Încet pe cer se suie:
Era pe când nu s-a zărit,
Azi o vedem, şi nu e.

Tot astfel când al nostru dor
Pieri în noapte-adâncă,
Lumina stinsului amor
Ne urmăreşte încă.”

Translation from Romanian / traducere din romana: memyselfandela / Adela Galasiu, 2013

Photo: Photobucket

Music for My Heart

Music for My Heart


Good Night





Once upon a time


once upon a time a young sailor
decided to marry his lovely girl.
but everybody laughed at them for they were very poor.

years have passed
and around them all were divorcing or being unhappy
yet they were  happy and more in love every day.

they were walking together for hours hand in hand,
shared everything, smiling,
always inseparable.

growing old together they were oneday asked:
how could they be so happy all life?
looking at each other they answered:

“we were born in an age when,
if something got broken,
it was never thrown away or replaced, but repaired.”


100 words

memyselfandela, 2013