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Like A Leaf by Lake Of Tears

                                                     A morning breeze through my window

Some sun rays gone strange

There is one on my pillow

Waiting for someone to wake

Waiting for someone to break

Makes me feel just like a leaf

Like a leaf in the breeze

In the morning but still asleep

Slowly falling to the ground

Without a sound

Morning breaks in the shadows

And mist from the near lying lake

Making shapes of the willows

Outside my window they wait

waiting for someone to take

Makes me feel just like a leaf

Like a leaf in the breeze

In the morning but still asleep

Slowly falling to the ground

 Without a sound

I say please, please believe me

If I would stay

just for the day

I would always be around

Slowly falling to the ground

Without a sound

Lake of tears - Like a leaf

Autumn - Colors of A Shade

The day was old - the light was dim, as I stepped through the door

And all my friends were gathering that day that I recall

I shivered and shook, Lord I stood just waiting to chase the fall

I wondered how my time would be when spring comes round once more

I face the wind - I have no choice, but you must guard the heart

And cast adrift from those I love, alone I drag my heart

Against the cry of "why?" I turn my back to go

But out beyond the tears somewhere, someone I need to know

Old photographs were fading dim - my seed will tell it all

And by the fathers' fathers' hands such pain on all was raw

They read the signs without surprise of how they knew it well

And in the mirror still I see the man, who came from hell

It's only love, in the colours of the shade

It's only love, in the colours of the shade

Robert Plant » Colors Of A Shade Lyrics

colors of the shade

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Village Museum (Muzeul Satului): Wood, Windows, Stairs and Time (I)

The Village Museum 

The Village Museum in Bucharest ( my favorite place ) -

is one of the most original and fascinating open air museums

 and contains an unique collection of original peasant homes (they are preserved just as they were 1-2 centuries ago) drawn from around Romania.

Here you can see some details of carved wood!

Usualy I spend  4-5 hour each every two weeks. Is like a timeless journey through

history.

Pink Floyd - Time

Death of Adrian Paunescu - Moartea Poetului - RIP

30X30 cm / pastel on canvas

The Greatest Romanian Poet Adrian Paunescu died Friday morning at the "Floreasca" hospital in Bucharest following a cardiac arrest.

Cel mai mare poet al Romaniei , Adrian Paunescu a murit azi, vineri 5 noiembrie la Spitalul de Urgenta
in urma unui atac de inima.
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The Words - In Memoriam

The words, with spirals of…
…light and shade
From childlike empires
And spears thrown by
Newborn hands
Of unthought-of notions,
These words with shadows
Of nobody’s hate,
Yet hating the weakened,
They died at dawn.

The sighs of the dying,
The screams of the newborn -
As one become notions
And words of the poets…
We bow our heads
And entwine our hands
As one shade of these words
Did die at dawn…

Those words, as reborn before their birth,
Those lighted and darkened,
They bowed as the memory
Was blended with matter…

Colorblind minds.
If words had nuances,
Their colors that painted the nature
And flesh and emotions,
They flickered
At dawn as they dimmed.

The Elder

05.11.2010