I am a dreamer , i like to see the good in people , to believe that in a way, that this life is a test for something bigger, that we can't imagine, its a test if you want to say, and for the record i want to believe that yesterday is history.... tomorrow is a mystery..... but today is a gift. that is why it is called the present......
16 feb. 2012
in memoria celui ce a fost grigore vieru
Dinspre Prut ne cheama valuri
Poezie fara sensuri
Remuscarea ma sugruma
Vorba lui...Grigore, versul.
E poetul ce se zbate
Intre note de pian
Cu un gand tacut din ceruri
Despre tara, despre neam.
Timpul lui e si al nostru
Ne vegheaza printre astre
El Grigore, tatal nostru
Vitregit de-o Basarabie
Versurile de iubire
Dragi si tie...dragi si NOUA
Trecand vremuri, trecand Prutul
Pentr-un neam cei rupt in doua.
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