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Daniela Voicu

1. Winter night

black and white…

when the world

goes to sleep

after midnight,

every window

has a shadow

of a dream,

waiting answers,

freezing there

until morning.

2. the sad lullaby

is the first snowflake

that melts on the wind’s lips

blowing all dreams

from your eyes.

3. morning never been so alone:

unsinging, unspoken,unwhisper,

without answers.

give me a reason

to build windows without dreams.

7 december 2011

the shy night put her pink cheek
on the breast of the moon
she listen the Universe music
played by dusty angels of Light

night
she is a child
who likes to be embraced

Christmas gift she choose- the stars

sometimes she take between fingers stars,
and sprinkle them over Love
making Life to Glow

so shy….night
teach the bright

14 december 2011

young night around your lips
she dance on peaks of dreams
that come from a perfect picture

color flow
a bright red fall in a sky hand
- guess the future

on a scale, an angel descends
from mouth corner a blue eyes
looks at me,
flyng on butterfly wings
until my hair

young I am
night make the creators
- children

10.01.2012

She waits for the blue wind
to erase the trace of his
memory from the creaking snow
with sweet kisses
to caress the first remembrance of their unfulfilled hug

In his mind he still longs to warm her
as he summons the chill of ancient winds upon her
and they lull her back into his comforting embrace
into his outstretched arms

Her sadness sings a magnolia song
flying over thoughts of naked trees
petals emotions pass by rushing into every pore of her skin
without this love nothing will be green

He reminisces whispering in her ear
“you have touched my heart as no other has my dear
even though miles of ocean have kept us apart for years
I still feel our devotion in every waking breath”

She answers back to him softly after feeling his every word
“In my chest all planets of the sky turn build a new Universe for you
I am in the warm glow of the stars in the luminescence of the moon
I am in the refreshing air of new …

Life springs forth from the soft gusts of his loves breath
as it soothingly touches his flesh
sparks ignite into a passionate kiss as he’s taken in by her seductive glance
flames engulf and surround as they dance
coalescing them into one eternal soul

Copyright 2011 Collaboration -Daniela Voicu/ Paul Foss (Phantom flyer)

LOCATIE: ELVETIA, BRÜSTI, ATTINGHAUSEN 6468, 1600m

DESFASURARE:
PERIOADA 1-3 IULIE 2011
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DATA LIMITA PENTRU INSCRIERE 1 APRILIE 2011

CEI INTERESATI SUNT RUGATI SA TRIMITA O SCURTA BIOGRAFIE SI CEEA CE VOR PREZENTA.
ORGANIZATORI POET DANIELA VOICU SI ALBIN ZURFLUH
CONTACT : Daniela Voicu e/mail flamiyngo@yahoo.com

Detalii
Brüsti este o statiune montana aflandu/se la 1600m altitudine in Alpi, Canton Uri.Este foarte vizitata tot timpul anului deaorece vara te scalzi in mare de flori, iar iarna partiile de schi sunt pline atat de adulti cat si de copii, concursuri de schi… In apropiere se afla parcul natural si Pasul Surrenen. Cantonul Uri se afla in inima Elvetiei de unde incepe istoria cu William Tell.
Asteptam minim 20 de artisti/ maxim 60 de artisti. Oferim cazare gratuita. All inclusive 150 franci, 3 zile /mancare si bautura, mic dejun, dejun si cina.

sa mai raman?
cand marea a inghetat cerul
colorat in rosu aprins de sangele pasarilor
ucise de dorinta evadarii din mister,
din adanc de suflet de femeie ?
tu ai ramane o vesnicie sa astepti iubirea?
……………..
va urma

13.ian 2011

29.

tu nu mi vorbesti niciodata
tacerea te ascunde intr/un loc
unde cuvintele creeaza poeme de iubire
la malul unei mari linistete
in care soarele inca scufunda
idile

eu
astept un poem
sa salveze tacerea ta
niciodata mai profunda ca acum
……

30.
nu mai am vise
eu nu mai dorm
in toate noptile merg pe cai nebanuite si neatinse
de niciun vis
numar fiecare
secunda si zambesc

merg, pasesc linistit
apoi alerg sa prind dimineata

ma opresc
las sa treaca toate clipele
urmarindu/le cum se invartesc in jurul meu
in aripi de fluturi si parfum
de crini albi
albi, si rosii, petale,
frunze de nori

si merg
talpa mea simte iarba uda
apoi fierbinte
si ma inalt
zbor intr/un stol de pasari uriase

eu nu dorm niciodata
las visele sa plece

31.
19.ian 2011

ai mainile crapate ca un pamant arid
in palma ta sunt strazi unde milioane de ganduri
merg dezordonat pe ele atunci cand iti atingi fruntea
unele ganduri asteapta intr/o gara
altele trec in viteza si nu se mai intorc
in palma ta sunt scrise milioane
de povesti
palmele tare cara timpul intr/o punga de plastic

daniela voicu