Valentin Gabriel Cristea
Biography of Valentin Gabriel Cristea
My name is Valentin Gabriel Cristea from Romania. I am a maths teacher at School Nr.1 Sotanga Romania.I like writing poems.
Valentin Gabriel Cristea Poems
The clouds sift the flour over the plain, children play with it, they knead some snowmen. People look wonderfully at these snowmen
I was fascinated by her: It was a beautiful brunette. With her night hair, she caught my mind in her net.
Along The Blue Nile
Purple sleep quivers on banks the blue of crystal bends lightly lonely birds float on reed shadows slide in the sombre ecstasy.
Once upon a time foolishness was going fallen into three columns: some were trying to define it, the others were criticizing it,
Green Forest At Dusk
This green forest, I see it near quiet lake, when I have steped lightly over to hear its multi-coloured thrill.
Winter Is Getting On For The End
Grey snow, flooded by the rays of sun, thaws slowly, in the rhythm of the spring birds music,
Once Upon A Time
I have sunk in an ocean of dreams shiver of stars is heard from the dusk serene memories wave melancholically in a dizzy dance.
Gather Love In Your Breast
Green orchards loaded of love I am shown dew, that has fallen over the grass tells me that you have cried in the night that has passed.
Left On The Land Of The Fairies
I float in the starry sky I dream with the thirsty thought I fly like the clouds in the search for a place in the sky.
The Music Of The Soul
Shiver involves me when I hear the music it’s the music of the stars that wraps me up it’s the music of the soul that caresses me it’s a fairy place that carries me to the horizon.
I Have Been A Modern Cricket
I have awoke to sing in the sea of dreaminess with great thoughts I have piloted some day fir trees have been good friends for me when all has quivered to my waving.
The Love Letters Of A Child
In the night that will come, the kind stars have hidden themselves in the sky and have been themselves again in memories. I have found through the letters of my mother
The Egg, The Martian And The Tomcat
I saw a Martian who was eating an egg or an egg that was eating a Martian.
About The End Of The World
I am thinking of the day when all will cease the world will be destroyed and only belivers in God will escape. It will be as in Noah’s days, when people eat, drink
Once Upon A Time
I have sunk in an ocean of dreams
shiver of stars is heard from the dusk
serene memories wave melancholically
in a dizzy dance.
I look at the summer sky
through a coronet of ferns and clouds
a song carries me to stars
in a silent and solitary rock.