Dedication

Azi împletesc. Vers din Cohen, afect din mine si gând din viaţă.

I sometimes freeze with fear when I look at you (Where's your heart !?!), but I'm standing there... Don't ask me how. So here it is:
To all those who say/feel deep in their hearts that they're not sure about me - because it's easier not to admit their own uncertainty and transfer it upon me, with the sole hope that I'll blast their shakiness, make it go away and give back their ability to meet their hearts :) - here's a poem for you, maybe you'll understand me and my way. I am but cold. And I'm not tough, why do you get sooo scared of me?! It's just that I don't mix things: merele cu perele, mălaiul cu făina, etc. Vorba străbunicii mele: morţii cu morţii, vii cu viile :P
Oh, furthermore: if I do the magic trick (because I can), d'you think it will be permanent? No, darlings, it is so temporary... Your own instability will come back and I won't keep doing magic tricks instead of you doing your on fight, on your own. But still... hold on in there, I'm not going anywhere! I'm watching you...

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We (I...) rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we (I...) start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.

Leonard - Villanelle For Our Time

I don't believe in what I write. Or think, for that matter. But I do believe in what I feel.