Daniela Voicu

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24 hours poetry [ ] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - by Daniela Voicu [flavia felix] 2008-02-12 | | In the morning i open my eyes and i count silently dusting wrinkles off the clock . The perfect hour when the sleep its more sweet. At noon i open the information to see in what the level they put me: I am ? or they delete me? I sprawl and open my big mouth, my soul its out, and tow tears flow down with rage down my cheek... on the floor dreams ...very preciouses dreams. My wrath still scream" maniac", My hands still tremble on one blue wedge, who was from one celebrity writer. Somebody said if i write with whim i will have celebrity to... Afternoon i look back to clean my tray let down like one snake on all the torn papers, on the all ideas throw on the author pages ... If i was born in Paris i was one lady, but i am born in one different world, where the people told me "no one"... better to forget who i am sometimes and to tear my character of me... To run no identity on the bank of deep water maybe it will swallow me with all my ideas , with all my words spoken or not for strangers. "I will be free! " ....................................................... About happiness - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - by Daniela Voicu [flavia felix] From the first beginning's of our existence, happiness was expressed by: poets in poem, paintings, music... all this, beauteous. What is happiness? Its a mood: peace of soul, light of soul which entails knowledge of oneself...Its not necessary to make efforts to be happy, just love the people around you unconditionally, give to them your best. Happiness is simple. We don't need to complicate our lives. You can have happiness! My fool happiness was when I brought my spiritual and physical self together. The wonder of wonders...Him. All my life I waited for someone to make me happy, to complete me. I was waiting for my destiny to arrive. I counted the days, noted in my journal the days that passed without Him: ...Today is sunny...I would love to have a vision of him. Today spring arrived: infusing the color of perfumed flowers on my soul...I am awaiting my destiny... , Its raining....rain in my soul.. I still wait.... my love, I know he is coming to me...." All the time I was waiting,I dedicated poems to him without knowing him....I loved him in silence, adored and venerated him like a God ... Now I love Him even more there has never been a love in my life like Him. HE is my soul, my eyes, my lips, my tears, my air, my smile. ...everything to me... I can't imagine living without Him. He is all I have precious in this world: MY LOVE! My love for him is eternal from now til forever ...and for the next life ... Our love is eternal even after the end of our existence, our love will be life in my soul fleeting across the Universe. The secret of happiness consist of: unconditional love and the gift of wanting nothing back. I love him today more than I love the blue of the sky, or the green of the trees ...everything else is calculated