Saturday, May 12, 2018


on the bank of spring

i asked a little girl about her mother.
she was drawing me the sun and a flower. She knew the waves would wipe out both, the sun and the flower.
then she put her small palms in front of the sea,
and the sea bent over like a gentle dog.

sun, flower, and Mom are there since


Vine Sfântul Nicolae

Haiku de iarnă Crăiasa și-a lăsat condurii fulgii risipesc lumina, iarna dansează desculță.