Biography of Elena Sandu
Am I a poet? Myself as such, how could I see?
Have I one clue of how to write poetry? ...
My tiny words, are nothing more then little tries
to have a whisper of my heart(I only changed a habit,
quit speaking to my walls, the paper seems, or could now listen to me more) .
Most of time I write fast and free, just like I love to dance, with no imposed rules the only thread to follow I wish to be my soul, my heart, and my memories trying to be caught, frozen one moment more, one smallest part, one tiny dot of those almost unconscious instinctual thoughts coming from between the worlds.
Elena Sandu Poems
A Kiss Catcher
Lost kisses lost kisses With the wind may fly After finding him sleeping On his shoulder you lie
*snow, It's Not Your Time To Go, Please ...
It's winter, yet I can feel first signs of spring seen the snow melting, heard the birds sing
From today, March 1st, This sunny day, To 8th of March Most women of my land
Romeo And Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive
Romeo and Juliet Loved each other much But for their family's sake, Decided not to stay in touch.
The minstrel of hearts with tears behind smiles the sound of cracks a life that sucks
Who am I? What I am? ..dont really know.. Today right now
Memory Of Love Making
My back hurts, I try to work in my knees But those hurts too.
Master Of My Soul
Where are those times The years gone so fast Time to get out of leash Shall walk my mind away
Society keeps building cities to stop the nature create poets and artists on a conveyor belt.
.(*_*) Let's Have A Party! !
A party a party! I'll have a big party Lunch is too thinner Let's do a dinner
..Not Hard Nor Easy..If Not Impossible
Not hard to cry not easy to die Not hard to expect Not easy to respect
Soft grains of love
Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
Why am I not happy? Because.. The sun's not up? But I have a choice: - enjoy the clouds!
A Touch Of Happiness
Could I ever have the happiness of those who cannot walk having a first step even if small?
Sibiu, My Love!
Yes, yes, yes, indeed!
Sibiu, my lovely city
It is the One
On which, by taking walks
At quiet times,
It filled my heart with.. Beauty!
Yes! ! ..Sibiu would make you feel apart
Of present's ugly world
That never stops to grow