What I find inspiring...

I find inspiring the shining Sun...

When I see its power and its might

Makes me put flowers in the barrel of a facing gun,

I feel like high when my skin is touched by its light.

I find inspiring the beauty...

When I see it all around I feel ecstatic

I believe we all have a sense of duty

To keep bad and ugly things sporadic.

I find inspiring the college...

So many good lads...so many pretty girls

It is a place just filled with knowledge...

It's like swimming in a sea o pearls.

I find inspiring the spring...

When the cold just flies away,

When the snowdrops are arising

And when I know it's here to stay.

I find inspiring the love...

That wonderful feeling that binds us together,

That makes my heart reach for the sky above

It touches me like a beautiful feather.  

The autumn is here

It was a long and beautiful summer...

When the sounds of nature were so pleasing to hear

And the Sun struck almost like a smooth sledgehammer

But now the autumn is here.

Everything is now so colorful...so vivid...

The trees seem to be losing their lush and green leaves

The hills and valleys are touched by a northern, colder wind

Time and space seem both to freeze.

The mountains start getting their first yearly snow...

Many wild creatures either fly away or go to sleep

The Sun is slowly dimming its glow

The warm weather seems to have vanished in one sweep.

Nights are longer and keep getting longer...

But the night sky becomes clearer and more romantic

I can feel the cold in every bone, in every finger

And my feelings are stronger, more intense, and more dramatic.

O zi de vară

Afară este cald...soare...

Ard pe această dogoare,

Fruntea mi-e plină de sudoare...

Încerc a mă răcori pe-ale casei pridvoare.

Încerc să mă adaptez...

Cu a căldurii putere

Însă cu stupoare realizez

Că lumina Soarelui deloc nu piere.

Sufletu-mi este ca-ntrun cuptor

Ce nu s-a copt încă...

Inima mi-e plină de dor...

Parcă mă lovesc de-o stâncă.

Totuși, mă gândesc la ea necontenit...

Dogoarea spiritul nu mi l-a zdruncinat

Mi-o imaginez ca pe un zenit

Coborând din văzduh ca un vuiet parfumat.

Ea parcă mă menține în viață...

Ca apa pe-un om în deșert.

Este firul meu de ață,

Este al meu dulce desert.

Joy

Joy is the thing that we should all have...

It rises from our hearts...it flows through our veins

It's just there...begging to be grabbed

It helps us to cross life's hostile terrains.

Joy is like a feeling...of imponderability...

It takes us to the stars and back,

We feel the invulnerability

Of sadness...which tries to make us crack.

Joy is the very spine of human living...

Without it we won't feel anything but sadness...

Our minds would be overwhelmed with bad dreaming...

And perhaps with even madness.

Joy...they say...in Heaven is never ending...

And that the earthly joys are measured only in dimes...

But the joy that earthlings have is being alive and breathing

And hoping for future better times.

Vis

Visele sunt în noi toți...

Alături de speranță

Ele pun lumea pe roți,

Țin totul în balanță.

Visele copiilor

Sunt cele mai frumoase.

Iar ale adulților...

Se leagă de pământești foloase.

Sunt și eu un visător.

Între copil și adult...

Pentru mine sunt ca un motor

Ocult.

Viața însăși e un vis...

Al divinității spun unii.

E ca un paradis,

Atins de lumina Lunii.

Cei care visează cu ochii deschiși

Sunt cei cu aspirații mari,

Parcă sunt proscriși...

În lumea plină de avari.