Letter from the stars

On this day, many years ago, you came to us.I left too soon and didn’t see you grow. But I was there with you, when you cried, when you laughed, when you struggled, when you had Daniel. And now, know you’re not alone. All the doors are closed, I know. Where’s the key, you ask? You don’t need one, take a step and have faith. You are the stubborn not because you don’t understand but because your heart tells you to keep going. Don’t stop, don’t live your life regretting what you didn’t do.


Here everything is light and peace. You remember, don’t you? Don’t be so mad, don’t be so sad. With me, with the Universe. Things went how they had to go, you’ll understand. Little girl, return to your heart, forgive yourself for all, take care of yourself.
From the stars I send you love and peace.
May we meet again, near the tree that gives you tranquillity.
Listen to the sounds of the night and know that people give what they have inside. You’ve met the good ones, the ones that let you be who you really are, with whom you can grow. You’ve met also the less good, that changed you. But remember, each one has some battles to face every day.
I’ve met your grandparents, we are all fine here. The change is happening, have courage and faith.
The clock is ticking for all. Make good music.

From the stars I send you love.




The boy from the window

Once upon a time, far far away, lived a boy. He had blue eyes, gold hair and a smile that could save the world. Looking from the window of his room, with a glimpse of the eyes, he could see forests and seas, the sun and the moon. All together. Dancing in front of the dark. Going round his head, over and over again. He could imagine the wind blowing through his hair whispering the secrets of his soul.

From the window of his room, he felt alive. He could touch the blue and the green of the trees and smell the tears of the rain.

A storm came in a city of Italy. A storm of thoughts and feelings. Of desire. The fire rised up over the sky trying to be free. The boy closed his eyes. He searched for this for so many lives. And he found it. He was not alone anymore. Seeing the colours mixing together was like being inside his mother womb. He felt save.

With his right hand he touched the window of the room, and cold shivers covered his body. He remembered about himself. The Earth was so beautiful. Far far away a young girl met a young boy. And felt in love. That love that makes the moon come every night in the sky, that love that the sun feels for the Earth. Unconditional, true, special.

All darkness around embraced this light.

And his soul felt in peace.

Cumpara-ti flori!

Each day, every day!

Fără motiv și fără o dată anume.

Ca e joi sau duminică, decembrie sau august.

De toate culorile, oricum ai o gramada de borcane-vaze.


Stiu ca zici ca mor, dar cu totii ne ducem. Macar sa o facem frumos.

Cumpara-ti flori cand te desparti

Cand ai o zi urata la munca

Sau chiar pentru acest motiv.

Pune-le peste tot in casa, vorbeste-le si asculta-le.

Ia-le de toate culorile si nuantele, cu rabdare le cunosti pe toate.

Chestia e ca nu-ti trebuie motive.

Nu le astepta.


Each day, every day!

„The cookie thief” by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.

So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!

She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.

She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.


Natura sinelui tau

Copacii rasfirati spuneau numele tau

Uitat intr-o ramura uscata de vreme

Doar mult prea tarziu.

Nu intelegeau nimic din ce-a fost,

Te cautau intr-o lumina ascunsa

De frunza uscata de asprimea cuvintelor

Rostite intr-o zi de mai.

Apoi tacut, porneai spre altceva

Care sa nu poarte numele tau

Un loc uitat de mintea ta de-acum

Un altceva, plin de nou.

Bun, poate rau, dar ceva

Ce ai nevoie acum.


Te-am pierdut undeva pe-o strada pietruita

In mici firicele de uitare,

Prin apa, nisip si aer.

Acum nu te mai gasesc.

Am piese mici pe care,

Nu mai stiu cum sa le lipesc.

Unele isi mai gasesc locul

Dar nu am nimic cu care sa le unesc,

Piesele sunt imprastiate pe drumul prafuit

Calcat de gandurile noastre efemere

Pe care din intamplare insa,

Le-am gasit sculptate prin apa, nisip si aer.