Through the Door

The door is nothing but a possibility

to discover

or to hide

it’s the action of choice;

so don’t just stand there, contemplating endlessly

and choose.

No matter your choice

the present moment is what you gift


the priceless moment of your breath

breathing your life.

Open the door and embrace the future

or close the door  and relive your past

but know

the latter is a waste of present.

Go through any door that opens?

be curious, if you are

and go through

but be honest with yourself,

make honesty the hand that opens doors.

Photo – Paula Gecan 


Da Capo al Fine

Invisible violin

Se transformase literă cu literă

în cuvânt.

Pe nesimțite îmi luă pe sus simțirea

și o atârnă printre notele muzicale ale cerului;

în cheia lunii dirija planetele

chiar și soarele

diezii stelari dansau cu bemolii meteoriților

atrași în galaxii

pe care încă nu le-au descoperit

nici el, nici ea,

nici eu în lăuntrul eului meu.

Virgulă după trei puncte,

pauză după note întregi,

grădini de trioleți

punct și virgulă;

majusculă înnobilată

diacritice fidele

semn de repetiție:

Da Capo al Fine.


Photos – Paula Gecan 

Light and black

Light & Black

She sometimes liked to go out in the sun light

only to close her eyes and watch how darkness listens to her eyelids –

the power over light and shadows

gave her the comfort of the Now.


She sometimes liked to go up on the hill at night

to wrap herself in twinkling stars and in the city lights

beneath her feet

freedom is what she felt, caged as she was in thoughts of freedom.


At times, she liked to watch the candle flame

dance courageously in night’s veil

and under street lamps she would listen to the flicker of the passing day.


In jazz rhythms she would hide

when the rain covered the skies in grays

and in the glittering nuances of the symphonies

she once played

eyes closed

heart open.


She sometimes liked to go out before the break of dawn

with sleepy eyes to wake up

the sun.

Photo – Paula Gecan