"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

100 Words

Reflection

 Outside your glass walls,
You can hear my world’s calls,
But if you look inside you’ll see
A difference between you and me.

Airborne, fireflies reach my sky
Prisoner, your heart wonders why
Nailed to the ground it can’t simply be free
Without a difference, just like me.

You may belong to a paralel world
Where winter’s scorching, summer’s cold
And the reflection’s a bit duller
Than the innitial vivid colour.

Reach out your finger, come and touch
A world of wonder named as such.
Yet if you break it, it won’t be
Just as amazed as you with me.

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100 words, memyselfandela / Adela Galasiu, 2015

Photograph: http://www.texnoworship.com.ar/2014/07/14-mind-bending-reflection-photographs.html


Waves

as I leave my marks
on the sand grinded by invisible teeth
I am followed submissively
by the force lying there underneath

do you know what amazing stories
the sea has told me last night?
of sea horses and drifting wood
and of death holding me tight

dancing madly in a waltz
of rippled lace, dragged back and forth
it gently caresses my ankles
slapping me suddenly from south and from north

roaring like an angry monster
that wants to engulf the whole modern time
embracing my being
in a moment where it belongs to nobody, but is all mine.

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100 Words, Memyselfandela/Adela Galasiu 2015

Photos, Adela Galasiu, Isle of Wight, UK


The deepest silence / Cea mai adanca tacere

When you don’t condemn, criticize, nor judge, when you grow in more awareness of your thoughts, an intense watching of your inner world of thinking, you gradually find the thoughts will gradually lose its randomness. You will be able to see your thoughts. You will be able to see them separately appearing on your mental screen. You will be able to find the gap between two thoughts. As you are able to find the gap between two thoughts, that gap is the silence. That Silence that is there between two thoughts is the deepest Silence of this whole Universe.

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Cand nici nu condamni, nici nu critici sau judeci, cand cresti intr-o mai puternica recunoastere a gandurilor tale cu o intensa observatie a lumii reflectiei tale interioare, descoperi treptat ca gandurile isi pierd spiritul aleator. Vei putea sa iti vizualizezi gandurile. Le vei putea vedea separat aparand pe ecranul tau mental. Vei reusi sa gasesti spatiul liber dintre doua ganduri. Pe masura ce recunosti spatiul dintre ganduri, acel spatiu e liniste. Acea Liniste care se afla intre ganduri e cea mai adanca Tacere din intreg universul.

100 words, memyselfandela, 2012


Nebunii Magnoliene / Magnolian Follies

 Motto: 
“Acum sunt mai pustiu ca totdeauna/ Now that I am more deserted than ever
De cand ma simt tot mai bogat de tine/ Since I feel more and more rich of you
Si-mi stau pe tample soarele si luna/ And on my temples  lie the Sun and the Moon
Acum mi-e cel mai rau si cel mai bine./ Now I feel the worst and the best”

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magnolias, impeccably graceful
blooming a smile over your sad soul,
lovingly laying a kiss
in the palm of your hand

magnolias, telling you stories
that no fortune-teller could even imagine,
of feelings nobody would ever
believe may exist

magnolias gently blooming
like the young season that brought you into my life
with this warm memory of my restless heart
looking over you sat on a quiet bench on the boulevard

magnolias dancing quiet
loosing their white petals in a vertigo
in an infinite dream where we are no longer broken
but the two halves composing the same incredibly surreal folly.

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magnolii, impecabil de grațioase
înflorind un zâmbet peste sufletul tau trist,
asternand cu dragoste un sarut
în palma ta

magnolii, spunandu-ti povești
pe care nici macar o ghicitoare nu le-ar putea imagina,
de sentimente de care nimeni vreodată
n-ar crede ca ar putea exista

magnolii înflorind ușor
ca tânărul anotimp care te-a adus în viața mea
cu această amintire caldă a inimii mele agitate
veghiind peste tine așezat pe o bancă tacuta pe bulevard

magnolii dansand liniștit
pierzandu-si petalele albe într-un vertij,
într-un vis infinit unde nu mai suntem rupti
ci suntem cele două jumătăți compunand aceeasi incredibila nebunie ireala.

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100 de cuvinte/ 100 words, memyselfandela, April 2014

Photos: Adela Galasiu 2014


A Most Special Valentine’s Day

People around the world celebrate Valentine’s Day in many ways, but I was lucky enough to witness a very special day at work.

Volunteers, friends, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, singles and couples, we have all gathered to celebrate love. Our disabled clients have made, with help from many others, very soulful Valentine’s day presents. There was chocolate and flour, baking and decorating, lots of work but above all lots of joy and love.

You can see for yourselves the results in the pictures.

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Today is a day to celebrate LOVE.

So Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear friends!

Ela

100 words, memyselfandela, February 2014

Photos: Adela Galasiu


I Love You

When I said I Love You I meant it
With heart and soul, honouring you
Being grateful for our time together.

When I said I Love You it was true
Without judgement, knowing your flaws
And adoring you for your uniqueness.

When I said I Love You I held you in my arms
But more in my soul and mind, wherever I was,
As only you were missing from me to be whole.

I Loved You and I never lied
Beyond all the pain love does not change or betray
Because I Loved You then and I’ll Love You forever.

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Black & White

I’m tired of pretending
That my soul didn’t pulverise over you
When you betrayed me.

I’m done with dreaming of deliverance
After you’ve been one side and the other
Of my love universe.

Keep my stolen trust
And the dying smile in the corner of my eyes,
I’ve been only one in your big jar of hearts.

Dazzling pain struck me
I should have never loved you, stranger,
You who’ve never been and will never be true.

Withering days will pass, light will pierce this night
In another life where it will be
Your turn to wander in the dark.

B&W100 words, memyselfandela, January 2014

Photo: Mal Smart


Last Night I Loved You

Last night I loved you, Love.
My heart still beating, we were still alive.

No oblivion had yet stained the look in your eyes
And your heart was the spark igniting the blaze in my hollow heart.

I knew tomorrow will mean nothing for you, yet last night I loved you, Love,
With all the passion that fueled my veins.

In the night I could not sleep as I could feel that our time is short
And I was scared not to lose any moment with you.

Last night I loved you, Love.
If you desert me don’t forget to kill my fire.

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Silence

heavy white snows of silence fall like a blessing
covering us when you hold me,
my heart, pressed flower that will never decay
between your secret pages.

dreams flow across my burning sky of night
and all the nightmares fade when you look my way.
rebelling fears fall aside silent, broken, cursed to die
in forgotten corners where anguish dwells.

on heavenly strings my soul plays the unheard ode
of all my universe getting born again and again,
blooming as I close my eyes and melt in the sweetest sleep,
safe in your arms, hidden in soul, home at last.

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100 words, memyselfandela, December 2013


Night

self portrait seeking selfI have lost my way often lingering on cursed unknown streets
Hoping to find the invisible path that leads to you.

I am grateful for the gift of being alive
For the roses I bewilderingly find blooming under your blue sky.

When night comes, when my eyes cannot close
They can sometimes seize the star that lights up your dreams.

As it twinkles high above you, almost fading,
The distance to you means nothing anymore.

One day when my soul will look for a place to hide and to rest
It will find the shadow concealed between your loving arms.

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100 words, memyselfandela, November 2013


Walking In The Air

Come dance on countless whispers, in the pure atmosphere
High above, beyond all worries.
The same lonesome trumpet illuminates my night
Come float with me beyond all words.

I won’t forget you, weary soul
In this dimension where we found each other.
If I would turn the distance in a golden thread
It would lead me far away to the moon.

Our clay existence, the cage of our bodies are nothing
In this realm where our deepest thoughts ignite.
Sleepless nights sublimated in the dark shadow under your loving eyes
Will never ever keep you from floating in the air.
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100 words, memyselfandela, November 2013

Photos: memyselfandela, November 2013


Words

Don’t think our words have died.
Words don’t have a reduced life span,
Not even in a dead language
words cannot simply disappear.

Don’t say words mean nothing.
They were born from lives and pains of generations
And the essence hidden in them
Tells stories of long journeys and bloody battles.

Don’t imagine there’s no record
Of all that has been said.
It’s not in the paper and ink
That words live on.

Don’t believe our words have vanished.
All words ever spoken, all wishes and vows
Even those betrayed by us mortals
Will still live trapped forever in eternity.
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100 words, memyselfandela, November 2013


Labyrinth

Love is the most intricate labyrinth
Come look for me if you dare.

You must first kill your fears, the most wounding beasts.
Drown them in the oblivion sea rather sooner than later.

I have no crumbs to scatter for you, there’s only your inner light
And the strength of you passion to guide you.

You may get lost a hundred times, but your strength will grow
Each time you will get closer to my beating heart.

By the time the sun raises revealing truths you could not even imagine
Your spirit will grow wings and you will find me.

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In Bloom

When are you coming,
You weary soul and hungry breath?
I hide your beautiful memory framed
Sleeping deep in the fire of my heart.

My breath rests easy on your chest
As the night blooming in your loving eyes
Comes out of depths of your soul
That you have even forgotten.

What does your heart hide for me,
You dawn ethereal love?
No more tears, no cage of stone
To hide my crumbling being.

The delicate touch of your smile
As you kiss my moonlight shining lips
Awaits for the sun to melt us
In a passionate bud eager to explode.

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100 words, memyselfandela, October 2013


Letter

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Words streaming from the heart that used to know her, a piece of paper bearing the trace of his feelings. It did hurt her but in her soul she was still in love, she was still there in time, in his arms. It did break her but her mind was still touching his as she thought of him. And no matter what she could still reach him, no matter where he was now. Life has never broken her love. He was away. He was on his own way carved through life. On his way. Maybe on his way back one day.

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100 words, memyselfandela, September 2013


Firing

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Share with me your afternoon
A bread, a knife and a bunch of dreams that might be melted
In the same living mold.

Share with me all your passion
A bed, a night and the construction of a reality that could burn
All the emptiness.

I may flood your space, you may not have the stomach for me, our gates may fall
I may never be able to contain all your beauty
Or we may end up hidden in each other.

Dare to open your eyes
Open them wide, you may find
that we happen to share the same madness.

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100 words, memyselfandela, September 2013


Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

roseIt is in the eye of the beholder that beauty lays, and this beauty extends from his eyes to his heart, then it flows to his soul, taking then control of his hard working hands, loving hands, that make inert dust breathe and become alive in vessels that can themselves contain life in purest form.

This created beauty has the fingerprint of his love giving hand, the same hand that can touch all, objects and creatures, blessed hand that touched also the last rose of summer and in it the whole universe.

The potter has the beauty of an angel.
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100 words, memyselfandela

Photo: Andre, http://urkeramik.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/eine-rose/

Vielen Dank Andre.  🙂


Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

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Blue skies and storms, blowing wind and birds chirping, joy and drama.

Sweetness and curiosity, patience and restlessness, surprise and disappointment, longing and oblivion.

We have all different stories, yet we are all alike. We wear all different wrappings, different bodies, different clothes, different losses and dreams and feelings, yet we are all humans.

Life brings us together sometimes, just the way cupcakes freshly made meet for a while in the showcase of a store before they go each to a different destination.

Maybe life will make us meet again. Till then be happy and love with all your heart.

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100 words, memyselfandela, 2013


Thursday Challenge – WRITE

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Here is the picture, write what you think, express what it makes you feel. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to WRITE.

Ela.

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He was long gone from the room, yet in her deep fear Lucy could still hear him.
His liquid diet fueled anger was screaming at her mom now, her frail voice begging him to stop while he smashed another glass against the kitchen floor. Though Lucy knew that not even calling the police helped, as last time when she called them her mom lied that nothing happened while covering her bruised wrists, just because she still loved him.
He was not her father. No more lullabies in her soul as she prayed God to simply take him away one day.

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100 words, memyselfandela


Only One

Only OneMany people feel isolated and unable to connect with others because of previous negative experiences, depression, shyness or simply because of not finding someone that shares the same interests. In an ocean of personalities we have all some similarities, but no matter how much we resemble, we are unique.
Taking the photograph of this beautiful foxglove reminded me of this uniqueness. Among hundreds of purple foxgloves, this was the only white one. People that are a bit out of the so called “norm” are often not understood or appreciated. Though in my opinion they are the most beautiful and amazing.

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013

Photo – memyselfandela


100 Words and a Kiss

“The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” Dugutigui

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People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss.

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013

 


PLAY

Who told you that I forgot how to play? That’s right, I never forgot. And neither did you.

Hereby I open my own challenge. Every week on Thursday I will post a picture and invite you all, if you wish, to comment with a text of maximum 100 words – or the link to your blog containing the post and the picture.

There are no other prizes than the pure fun of writing together.

Have fun and play! 😀

Ela

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They look at you, but do they ever really see who you are?

All those bitter years when they have bullied you and hit you, mutilated you and injured you, all those years have only made your inner strength grow. You do know completely who you are and what you cannot stand to be anymore. Controlled. Humiliated. Abused. Scared.

No, all that pain was enough. It is time to break free. And you are free. And you are beautiful, no matter what they say. Does your body matter so much? Or is this beauty just your soul finally shining through?

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013


Real

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I don’t know how to tell you
All that I feel for you
Only my breath touching your breath
Gets close to this truth.

I dive in my heart
To spend time with my feelings.
I love them all, I embrace them and heal them
And set them all free.

Beyond dark days and hardship
I rise like a sun to guide you
My lighthouse shines for you in starless nights
So that you can find your way.

Don’t try to understand
The mystery that feeds this light
Just embrace it and smile
For it’s alive and real.

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memyselfandela, June 2013


Stay With Me

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Life should be a sunny day
Not the endurance of a painful flow
Nor prison of cold memories
Or doomed place that holds us enchained,
Nailed to a sensless ground,
Numb and hopeless.

When we look at our glass
It shouldn’t be half full of misery
With bitterness on the rim.
After loss and sadness
We can refill our glass
With the most beautiful dream.

Close and real, beyond all,
Here you stay with me when the lights go down
You, the only glimpse of light I foresee
After nightmares.
And the sorrow melts
As I breathe you, Love.

memyselfandela, June 2013