Clape de pian

Mi-as asterne o parte din suflet pe clape de pian, m-as contopi cu muzica lui, m-as ascunde in adancurile simfoniei, m-as imbraca in ganduri si m-as dezbraca de zborurile frante, mi-as scutura aripile de tristete si vise neimplinite, as zbura in timp imbratisand curcubeul din dulci melancolii, as picta parfumuri din amintiri, as opri clepsidra timpului si as inflori in roua diminetii, m-as aduna din valurile albe si negre si m-as cuminti la sfarsitul zilei...
Ludmila Bulgari
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Monday, 17 July 2017

Without you



As I walk down the road,
I take along my guitar!
My heart is ready to explode:
Here I am and here we are…

I start to play a tune for you,
As my fingers slip on the strings;
Your eyes are full of crystal dew-
When my guitar so lovely sings!

             Chorus:   

            Spread your wings and fly with me!
            Listen, my dear, to my melody:
            Without you I’m not the same,
            Just like a candle without a flame!

            Without you I’m not the same,
            Just like a candle without a flame!


My heart and soul are set on fire,
I glide my hands across the guitar!
You are my only dream and desire:
Here I am and here we are…

I want our story be real and true,
I put new strings on my guitar;
I know I cannot live without you,
Please, be my sun or be my star!

            Chorus:   

           Spread your wings and fly with me!
           Listen, my dear, to my melody:
           Without you I’m not the same,
           Just like a candle without a flame!

           Without you I’m not the same,
           Just like a candle without a flame!


Ludmila Bulgari/ July 2017


Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Happy Birthday to my daughters!



On this day, seven years ago!
I’ve been blessed with amazing girls!
Blue-eyed diamonds started to glow!
In gloss of love and glimmer of pearls!

So tightly close your eyes today!
Blow out the candles on your cake!
May all your dreams and goals come true!
I will always be there for you!

My dear twins, I wish your lives!
Be filled with love and many smiles!
I love you more than words can say!
My precious daughters: Happy Birthday!!!

Your mom.


Friday, 29 July 2016

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. 

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

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)

Saturday, 9 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)