luni, 28 noiembrie 2011

you'll forget me

"And you'll forget me,
Cause you're leaving too far
And for too long...
And I'll forget you,
Cause forgetfulness
Is just another human law."

Ion Minulescu

Indeed, you'll forget me, because you let destiny separate us. Each day you remember less about me, and I don't blame you, my friend. We have some nice memories together, and maybe that's all there is to be about our friendship. For a moment, you had too much in your life, and I had far to less in mine. All I had, that nobody could deprive me from, was my pen, a piece of paper and words... And they'll be always here for me, to share happiness or pain. They helped me escape from this shark called reality to a world where imagination is allowed to build dreams. And I had let you in, and I was hurt to see how far you went away, instead of getting nearer.
Now I understand, you'll forget me... and can't even blame you. So, I'll get used used to that, and I'll go on with my life here. I'll smile, and joke, and have fun, as I often do. I'll go on being that charming girl, never showing her age. I'll be determined and stubborn, as I am often. But I know I'll have those moments when I'll be among memories, and people will ask me "Hey, where are you now?". I'll be thinking of you then, my friend, even though maybe less each day. Will I ever be in your memories?

joi, 24 noiembrie 2011

a November story

It was a cold November day, so many years ago that it makes no difference if I count them. And I remember... and I wonder... and I smile... for a shared moment of music made me believe friendship could last even a day or two. Fate made those two people meet, and a few magic moments of old American music and movies made them feel so closely bound. A lapse of time and space has been filled up with music, memories of old actors and movies, and a great admiration for each other's cultural heritage. I still keep the piece of paper he used to write these words of a song he wanted me so much to learn. I couldn't understand why it was so important for him to teach me that tune. Looking back, now I understand  he wanted to give me something to remember. And he did it! From time to time, I find myself singing this song, coming so far from the past that no one around me even knows it. And I can't keep asking myself if that old gentleman is still there, across the big ocean, listening this tune, smiling at how hard he tried to make a young Romanian girl sing it.

"I want some red roses for a blue lady
Mister florist take my order please
We had a silly quarrel the other day
I hope these pretty flowers chase her blues away

I want some red roses for a blue lady
Send them to the sweetest gal in town
And if they do the trick, I'll hurry back to pick
Your best white orchid for her wedding gown"

luni, 21 noiembrie 2011

a poem to remember

by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.