Saturday, June 09, 2018

PHOTOS FROM ROMANIAN WILD SPACES AND A POEM:


MY PARALLEL SELF

My parallel self
does not walk the noisy streets
where rage and panic are king and queen.

My parallel self
is not part of a never-ending routine
where days are counted
according to the morning pill box.

My parallel self
wanders BEYOND
where NATURE prevails
and micro- and macrocosms
are one in peace and harmony.

There butterflies flap their wings
in colourful bliss
and fruits hang for all
to pick and taste.

My parallel self inhabits
such a space, time no haste.


Black and Tan 

Nettle Butterfly 

Wild strawberries 

The Admiral 

Vanessa Atalanta

A big thanks to my friends Nadia Cella-Pop and Dragos Barbu.