Nu simt caldura-n ochii tai

Nu simt caldura-n ochii tai,

Cand dimineata-mi bate pe pleoape;

Soptindu-mi in tacere dorul ei,

Dupa o noapte, fara de pacate.

Cand dorul neclintit de vant,

Amurge in tacere absoluta;

In inima patrunde-un ultim gand:

Sa te privesc- din umbre nevazuta.

Cand cerul se desparte-n doua,

Iar ploaia cade in cascade;

Si-n stropi nebuni talpile imi ploua,

Si dorul, ce cumplit ma arde.

Cand ziua rataceste-n ceata,

Iar negura intepeneste pe alei;

De dor dorintele-mi ingheata!

Nu simt caldura-n ochii tai.

Love faded away

Like a blade of grass trampled by feet!

Like a splash of rain sinking in deceit!

Like a rush of waves burst on the shore!

Like a glimpse of hope in the heart’s core!

Like a sand of time in an hour of glass!

Like a red cloud skirting the sun to pass!

Like a rainbow fading in twinkling of eyes!

Like a bird soaring higher through skies!

Like a wing torn to shreds in early dawn!

Like a hue of a shadow falling to lawn!

Like a threatning storm lifted from the hill!

Like a swampy fire in a gusty thrill!

Like a broken sky before the sunset’s glow!

Like a jewel strung on threats of owe!

Like a dew in the heat of a summer’s day!

Our love has silently faded away. 

Icy eyes

Diamond dust in your eyes

Freezes from inside your soul;

Rain is flowing from the skies,

Tears won’t leave me alone...

Broken shards around my neck,

Mingle softly in the dusk;

Tear-streaked dreams’re wreck,

Shaking in a burnt-out husk.

Icy diamonds in your eyes,

Drizzling tears gush in fire;

The stormy pain is on the rise,

Begging for scent of desire.

Rays of frost tear me down,

Whispering wind freezes my body;

Rain burns smoldering love:

Your heart turns cold,

                your eyes turn bloody.

(Bulgari Ludmila, July 2016)

Moldova is my home (I love Moldova)

Moldova is a garden

Of green and shaded lanes,

A song to awaken flowers!

To fresh blood in our veins!

Moldova is a dance

In fragrant lavender fields,

A white dress that smells

The rain, in aromatic bliss!

Moldova is a charm,

Blowing gently in the breeze;

A sky with visible stars,

Carrying scents of hope and dreams!

Moldova is a rainbow

In vibrant hues of purplish-pink;

Painted in million colours,

Written down in scented ink!

Moldova is a dove,

Lost in a field full of grain!

Easy to hurt, yet easy to love,

Turning tears into drops of rain!

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My dress still smells of lavender,

Perfume that reminds me of home!

And one day – in Moldova-

I will return! And no longer roam! 

(Bulgari Ludmila, July 2016)

Passion

Fire and ice,

Touch and desire;

Dangerous eyes

Sing on my body.

Shrouds of love

Flow like rivers;

Rolling like thunder

In passionate shivers.

Shadows of blame

Paint me with touch;

Burning the flame

I needed so much.

Sheets of desire

Blowing up in air;

In the haze of fire

Never know despair!

Old Sonnets (2005)

Sonnet 12

I’m here, I’m near and I’m far away.

I love, I hate and live in air;

And I ask you to cross my way

And try to be my perfect pair!

I’m sad, I’m glad and I’m confused.

I cry, I die and sleep with fear;

But I forgot that you’re not used

To be around and always near.

I’m sick, I’m ill and I’m cold.

I scream, I dream and feel so blind;

I need no food, no fame, no gold!

Just you to be around and kind.

Still I can’t force you come on Earth -

‘Cause you’re so strong, so strong as Death!

Sonnet 13

Every day I feel my empty soul.

Noone inside, no love, no pain;

And I’m asking what’s my role?

And I’m praying, but in vain!

You gave me life, but no advice

What should I do to fit this world,

And I don’t know what is the price

I have to pay today, my Lord!

I need no fame and no rewards,

Just You please take away my cold!

But there’s no answer to my words:

Why do I have to live, My Lord?

And every day, and every night-

I feel alone, I feel so wild!

Sonnet 14

I am alone in this world of cruelty

Where I have no choice but to survive!

And again the question: Tell me why,

My Lord, you gave me such a life?

I’m breathing hard, I feel no air,

Inside my soul I have a knife!

And again the question: Is it fair,

My Lord, to punish me with such a life?

I have no friends my pain to share

Noone beside my feelings to revive!

And again the question: Who does care,

My Lord, that I’m complaining of my life?

I feel so tired of this world,

And still I want to live, My Lord!

(Ludmila, 2005)

Burning desire

I long to hear your voice,

Lost in the shadows of life:

So many words left unspoken,

So much lust and pain inside.

I long to feel your warmth,

Your heart beating against mine;

Fingers running through my hair,

Sending shivers down my spine.

I long to feel your lips -

The heat of your burning fire,

Brush against my skin,

Wrapping me in sweet desire.

I long to taste your eyes,

Often bringing silent tears;

Without a thought, when stormy stars

Are throwing down a thousand spears.

I long to hear our song,

To laugh and cry and sing along;

To share that tender moon with you!

I long you feel the way I do...

                         (01.07.2016)