Hey, hi there! My name is Stelan and I like people. They can do so many amazing things, you know? They are so smart and inventive. With their two skillful hands, walking up tall on their two feet and - the most incredible thing - thinking such interesting thoughts with their brain and feeling such complex feelings with their hearts. Don't you agree?

Oh! Please excuse my forgetfulness! By the look on your face, I guess I forgot to mention: I am Stelan the Sparrow and I am a very curious bird.

If you want, we can be friends! But for that, we'd have to get to know each other. What is your name?
My mother taught me that it takes time and good will from both sides to become friends. So, what do you say? Do you think we should be friends?

I'm sure you wonder how can a sparrow and a little girl be friends. Let me assure you it is possible. In fact, I have many different friends, you know?


One of them is Little Willow. I call her Will because she is very strong willed. Some humans have another name for that: stubborn. But I don't like this word. Makes me want to frown. And when I spend time with Will I don't feel like frowning.

She says her biggest dream is to grow so tall that her top branches touch the stars. She even made a plan; she showed it to me. It said:
- three times a day
- drink plenty of water from the river that runs near my roots
- stretch my branches in the sun and make enough chlorophyll to keep me until the next day
- rest once during the day
- enjoy the rain - for freshness
- let birds make nests on my branches - for the good energy
- sleep well at night so that my trunk can thicken and grow

She is very strict on her plan and you know what? She already grew three times my height since I know her! I think she'll make it. Don't you?

I learned a lot from her. I started my own plan: to be a really happy bird. My will is also strong! 

What's your biggest dream? Because if you need help with planning to reach it, Will can surely help. I'll take you to her someday, if you want!

Oh! Yes! I have to tell you about Be. Actually, his name is Big Riser, but I like it better calling him Be. He is a butterfly and he likes sitting on flowers, in the sun and listening to the silence. That's what he says:
- "Shut up, Stelan, and just listen to the silence! All great ideas come when you make silence in your head and heart and just be!"
See why I call him Be?

Truth be told, I also enjoy sometimes sitting and not doing anything, with no worries at all. And I did get great ideas while doing that. I mean, while not doing... You know what I mean. Actually, starting to talk to you was one of the ideas that came to me when I was listening to the silence before and just being. So, that must mean it's a great idea for us to be friends. Don't you think?

But, you know, my best friend ever was a little girl. Her name was Sarah and she was 11 when we met. I called her Smarty Pants because at first she made me really mad showing off with her knowledge of everything. But something about her made me talk to her the next day also. And then the next day and the next... until we became very good friends.

She was really smart, witty and very curious. Just like me! She liked to read a lot so we used to stay in the park - she lay in the grass and I sat on her head - and we read books about love, friendships, war, brave people or scary events. Best of times, I tell you!

But sometimes - just like Be - she liked to sit and stare at the sky. At first I thought she was mad at me or something. So I thought that telling her about me will help.
- "What is it that you have to be upset about, Smarty Pants? Especially now when I am blue... I miss my brother..."

Remember that I said she was very smart? Well she was!

- "Stelan, she said, you know what I think? I think missing someone is the best thing!"

I see that you are just as surprised as I was at her words!

- "Yes! she continued. Missing someone means you love them. That's what my dad always says when I ask about my grandma.
He says: You can't be near your grandma, since we live so far away. But missing her is almost like feeling her close. She is in your thoughts and I am sure she thinks about you also. So why not even tell her about you and your joy or sadness whenever you feel you miss her?
And you know what? I did, Stelan! And every time I get to see her - for a vacation or my birthday - she knows as if we had really talked. And that is amazing!
You should try it!

Yeah... I called her Smarty Pants for a reason!

Did you ever miss someone you love? Do you think Sara's advice will work? Should I try it?
I'm asking you as my friend now. Because I don't know where is Smarty Pants. I haven't seen her in a long time. And see? I miss her too...

[To be continued by Mara]

Nepărăsirea

Contemplu cărarea curbă

ce se stinge subit

și dezleagă nara

de colțul gurii

tremurat

care mi-a cotropit,

niște secunde mai devreme,

încrederea.

- Nu.

Cred cuvântul copleșitor

ce se naște surd

și leagă ventriculul

de coltul ochiului

lăcrimat

care ți-a urmărit,

niște ani mai devreme,

înstrăinarea.

- Ba da, baby.

Privește firul îmbătrânit

ce innoadă efemerul tău

cu amintirile mele.

Să fi fost plecat.

ne-ar fi ucis.

Nu aş vrea

[varianta in româna pentru 'Non vorrei']

Aş vrea să privesc
în ochii tăi
- nici măcar nu le ştiu culoarea -
Dar cum sunt atât de departe
văd doar albastrul mării
care se reflectă în ei
când te pierzi în valuri.

Aş vrea să privesc
în ochii tăi
- nici măcar nu am curajul -
pentru că atunci când sunt atât de aproape
simt doar genele tale
şi bătăile inimii mele.
Apoi mă pierd în valuri.

Aş vrea...
De fapt, nu.
Nu aş vrea nimic altceva
decât să fiu valurile.

Non vorrei

Vorrei guardare

nei tuoi occhi

- nemmeno so loro colore - 

Ma come sono tanto lontani,

solo vedo l'azzuro del mare

che si rifflete in loro

quando ti perdi tra le onde.

Vorrei guardare

nei tuoi occhi

- nemmeno ho il coragio - 

perche quando sono tanto vicini,

solo sento le tue ciglia

e i battiti del mio cuore.

Poi mi perdo tra le onde.

Vorrei...

Infatti, no!

Non vorrei nient'altro

che essere le onde.

Zburatacire

Gandul meu,
alterat de fibre de suflet timid,
aluneca
pe gheata sufletului tau inasprit,
lovindu-se de gandul nesupus,
fugar
din labirintul temerilor.

Gandul tau,
razvratit, fugar si-aprins,
imprastie
in mii de fluturi
fragmentele sufletului meu surprins.

O impreunare rara,
rece,
ireala,
in imbratisarea cu reflexe fierbinti
de aurora boreala

O implozie de ganduri
peste suflete tacute
si
fluturi zburataciti.

Intrebare

Orchestra.
poveste de fluturi
culori
si iubire.

Ropot.
de raze
de soare-n privire.

Un zambet.
cu unde de viata
prezente
veninde.

Viori.
Arhangheli ai vestii
aduc celebrare.
Culori.
limbaj al fiirii
sub cer de creare.

Asculta!
te-ntreaba lumina:
ma chemi? ma doresti?
Orchestra de fluturi
culori
si iubire...
Ce-mi soptesti?

22 decembrie 2013

La multi ani, Nasha!

Pe poante

Imi sta sufletul in balans
pe margini de aripi.
Echilibrul fragil
naste zambete pe batai de pleoape.

Iti sta privirea pe poante,
razand,
amuzata de absurdul prapastiei.

"Si daca iti iei zborul,
vei fi fericit?" ma intreaba...

"Si daca imi iau zborul,
voi fi EU"...

Shhh...

Only silence fits this night
with words unspoken...
A brave silence
like that of a knight
who fights the battle of truth
with himself

The only silence of this night
is that of thoughts unwhispered...
Foolish thoughts
like those of a child
who plays the game of heart
with me

Only night fits this silence
with glances unseen...
Confused glances
like those of a queen
who shares the dance of passion
with you

frig

prezenta lacustra
din sufletul meu respirand
strabate lumea
adunand frunzele de toamna...

adapostul la care
se incalzeste
sufletul meu plapand
din ce poate fi facut mai bine
decat din ele?...

Una noche en el recuerdo

No se puede hablar del encuentro
antes de que el cuerpo lo asimile,
le permite existir
y
sabe llamarlo su mismo

Solo se puede hablar del encuentro,
cuando el recuerdo
de un murro
de supuesta arquitectura del Renacimiento
te pone cara a cara
con la memoria
de aquel beso
apasionado en la lluvia...

Y entonces
se puede sonreir
con los ojos cerrados
y
se puede hablar del encuentro,
del recuerdo de aquel beso,
del hombre,
de su cara,
de la lengua extranjera...
de la historia
que valio la pena
y se desea reiterada...

Ametistul

Incremenire de aripi
stropite cu dor;
un dor de sperare,
de-albastru,
de mor,
renastere dulce
ce face sa bata
nu inima vie,
ci inima-ti moarta,
sculptata in piatra
de catre-un artist
ce-a-nchis-o-n cristal,
intr-un mic ametist,
uitand-o apoi pe o polita gri;

uitandu-te-apoi
tu pe tine sa fii...

Aducere-aminte,
traire de dor,
trezire de lacrimi
si aripi de zbor,
un suflu de patimi
putin acrisor...

Zambesti la reflectia-ti,
plina de haz...
Ca orice artist,
oglinda-ti arata, cu ochi de viteaz,
cercei de-ametist...

Agape

Cand nu te gasesc,
ma trece luna
peste suflet
si-l umple cu argintiu.
Si soarele se intreaba
cine-i acel ce-i ia
cu atata nerusinare locul?

Cand esti in cale-mi,
picioarele-mi trimit
peste inima
raze de soare-nflorite.
Si luna se intreaba
cine-i acel ce-i incalzeste
cu atata insistenta lucirea?

Cand ma transform in tine,
cerul ma locuieste
in toata fiinta
si atunci nimeni
nu se mai intreaba
nimic...

Punere de acord

inger de floare,
copil de soare,
praf de sudoare,-
algoritm.

adunare de urma,
extragere de suma,
patrat de luna,
ritm.

echilibru de toate,
graunte de poate,
milenii de soapte,
filosofie.

nimic de instincte,
pocal de sorginte,
iubire de minte,
... fie ...

Scriere veche

papirus si bambus,
un ic intr-un toc,
o mana ce tine cuvintele-n loc,
o scriere veche in care s-au pus
o mie de ganduri
cernute la foc,
tesute-n o mie de fluturi prin nori,
ce nasc o privire din margini de sori...

gonind printre spatii, prin vise si dor
se-ntuneca, creste,
se naste din nou,
invaluie suflete,
ganduri, priviri,
le-aduna,
le cerne,
le face-oglindiri
si cauta-acerb,
scormoning prin milenii,-amintiri...

deodata,
privirea aluneca-nceata
pe bambus, papirus,
pe-un ic intr-un toc...
si pe-o mana
ce pune cuvinte la loc.
Si-un suflet se-opreste,
vibreaza si-ngana:
'mileniile toate n-au cum sa se-opuna...'

______________Nashei, cu drag (La multi ani!)

responsabilitate

frunza toamnei
paraseste
sevele copacului vietii
doar ca sa schimbe verdele in galben...
sau
doar ca sa intalneasca suprafata apei
si sa creeze-n ea
acele cercuri
care, altfel, nici n-ar fi existat vreodata...

frunza toamnei
e responsabila de
Nasterea
tuturor cercurilor copacului vietii mele...

zambeste

Priveste! aluneca gandul in mine;
Asculta! se-ascunde-ntre sunete line;
Si crede! intreaba de tine...

Privirea mea tese o nada,
o-arunca in lumea de forma
si-asteapta - rabdarea-i e arma -
privirea-ti s-o soarba, s-o vada.

Deci crede: ti-e mintea cuprinsa-ntr-un val
Asculta! iti danseaza in vise pe mal
Priveste! iti naste un gand magistral

si-ti creste nou zambet:
esti suflet perfect de cristal!

Prefata la cuprins

_____________ sau 'Poveste noua'

si ma gandesc de-atata timp
cu ce sa umplu-atatea pagini,
cand tot ce am e un cuprins
de cer cu stelele pe margini?

de-ncerc sa le adun putin
se-ncurca razele-ntre ele...
si-apoi eu cum mai scriu povestea,
cand gandul lor e-ntr-ale mele?

gandesc albastru-n raze pale
cu stele atarnate-n pleoape...
cu-n colt de luna-astern pe file
portret de drag cu chip de ape...

aproape-mi umplu cartea vietii,
cuprinsul mi-e carare clara,
cand... vii si schimbi o stea din locu-i!

...ma lasa luna-n miez de seara
sub ochiul tau sa ard in focuri
pana-n valtoarea diminetii...

cand iau cu grija-un colt de soare,
il trec prin flori pline de roua,
te iau de mana si-ntre-alinturi
m-apuc de scris poveste noua...

Zambet mut

Aduna-mi inima in cupa
cu care vei cinsti, in clipa
ce-aduna-n ea o lacrima lucíe,
pe-acei ce te-au facut sa plangi.

Si-o soarbe-apoi cu voluptate
ca pe-o licoare ce-n trecut,
sub magica privire-a lunii,
facea sa nasca-un zambet mut
si trist, si vesel, si zalud

Si-apoi ma cheama!
Si-am sa vin...
caci cupa-adanca se goleste,
iar sufletu-mi, nestors de chin,
se face râu si paraseste
- in valuri calde -
ochiu-ti plin...

Cheia

de ce pasesti cu-atata grija
pe firul firav
al privirii mele?
cand tot ce iti doresti
- sunt sigur -
e sa patrunzi prin poarta-nalta
sculptata-n
lemn de inima dorinda...

nu-ti fie teama
de zabrele!
sunt genele-mi - grabite parca -
sa-ti netezeasca drumu-n cale

iar cheia...
cheia negraita,
te-asteapta-n coltul
gandurilor tale...

Povestea

Ti-am ascultat in zambet
marea
care-mi spunea povesti
in vant,

te-am strans in brate
cu dorinta
de-a te pastra mereu
in gand...

Tu apa lina si adanca
ce nu stai clipa locului,
m-ai invatat
cutreieratul
si-apoi....
m-ai lasat orisicui...

ca sa ma-ntorc incet la
chipul
ce sta-ncrustat in
sinea firii
si-mi spune ne-ncetat povestea
a mea
a ta
si
a iubirii...