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“A smile is or isn’t, like feelings are or aren’t … but no one is to poor
to offer a smile, like no one is to rich to refuse one …”







Well… I was never good at this kind of things, writing about myself always made me kind of nervous and unsure… what is the right or wrong thing to say, what if I’m not interesting enough and such … so I don’t think I’m going to tell you about who I am, but about how I’ve fallen in love with poetry…
…mmm… let’s start with:

"Once upon a time when I was a little girl, about 4 or 5 if I’m not mistaken, and my world was full with dreams and possibility, with fair princesses, brave knights and evil witches, I was forced to leave the intense city life and all my friends behind. My parents were poor and they worked day and night trying to make a better life for me so they didn’t have time to take care of little ol’ me like they should so they decided to send my to live in the countryside with my grandmother for the summer…
This was very hard for me at first because I knew little about life in a small village… for me a cow looked like a chicken, and a chicken like a sheep … until then all my encounters with animals were at the zoo … so I knew little about…
I had no friends there, nor did I knew my grandmother very well so in my mind I thought that I’ll never be happy in such a place, seeing my parents only once at two, tree weeks ….
As I said, at first it was very hard for me to adjust … but in the end that summer turned out to be the most beautiful and full of magic time of my life… it was a summer I’ll never forget, a peace of heaven down here on Earth … and all to myself ….
I remember still the sweet summer breeze as it flowed throw my hair, caressing my cheek, the lazy afternoons when I would run through the golden grain fields and watch the sun go down …
Everything was different there: the sun seemed more brighter, the moon bigger and the sky with more stars then I remembered … even the people were different, like creatures from another world… they never seemed to be in a hurry and did all things in their own time, slowly, the proper way… it seemed like everything was magic and magic was everywhere … like time decided to take himself a vacation and let us be …
But what I remember best is my grandmother’s soft voice as she used to speak with all her animals like they were human and understand her… as I think upon it now, sometimes I think they did, maybe even better than we ever could…
I remember the times she used to hold me in her arms under the walnut tree and read me poetry from an old shattered book she always carried around … those were the best times in my life… falling asleep in her arms while she continued reading to me for hours uncounted …
…I believe that this was the moment when I’ve fallen in love with poetry … and I think this was the greatest gift anyone could have made me…
She became like a second mother to me, and I remember leaving her with tears in my eyes when autumn came… since that moment I went and stayed there every summer, in that forgotten little village, with simple things and simple people, but more alive than any place on Earth …
To my grief I’ve come to realize that time did not stayed still in that place but it was just an illusion … and as the years went by, my beloved grandmother started to get old… she kept that kindness about her, that slow peaceful voice that mesmerized me until the end, until her final moments …
She passed away on 17 June 2004…. It was a pain like I never knew before and didn’t think that anyone could bear… it seemed like I’d lost a part of me, a part of my soul …I stopped writing then for almost two years …
Looking back on the times we spent together I finally realized that I shouldn’t ever do that, for poetry and writing was her gift to me, the greatest gift of all …
……. So I made a promise to myself, that I will never again stop writing… be it good or be it bad, but it will always be from the heart … "






- Favorite quotes -

“Faith makes everything possible … Love makes everything easy…”
“Our knowledge is a drop of water, our ignorance is an ocean …” (W.James)
“A life is worth nothing, but nothing is worth a life …”
“After he lost Heaven, man acts like he’s afraid of losing Hell…”
“When the gods want to punish us, they fulfill our prayers…” (Oscar Wilde)
“Beauty is all around us, we’re just not used to seeing it”