Author: Bianca Burlacu

A little bit of Buftea 1

22 February 2023
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Behind my house, a dry forest I have
But when the sunny season comes,
Green like the depths of a lake it gets.
The beautiful plants with little butterflies around
Like a mom trying to relax while her kids are playing.
And birds are singing their symphony
While the little forest animals are eating.
Some meters or around one kilometer away,
The liquid mirror reflects the church and a bit of Stirbey park.
And a little café we have on the grass close to the mirror
Where people come to relax or gossip.
Also, the mirror is full of small underwater stars,
That mostly older men come to collect and eat.
When the sun goes down, the mirror is the prettiest.
When the moon is up, the city is quiet like a cat
With the electric fireflies around.
The mirror gets black,
Only the night’s queen staying there,
Admiring her silver dress in the mirror.

Poem for my cat

20 January 2023
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I try to give you attention, You ignore me. I try to work, You sit on my stuff for attention.
I try to feed you, You don't want food. I try to eat cookies with cream in peace, You come to eat them.
I try to cuddle with you, You hiss at me. I try to get up to do something, You come and loaf on me.
I'm awake and energetic, You sleep and are pissed if I wake you up. I'm tired and I'm trying to sleep, You are suddenly very energetic and want to play.
When you see a bug, You kill if immediately. But when I show you a bug, You give me the "b*tch leave me alone" face and go back to sleep.
Even tho we "argue" sometimes, We have a strong bond And we love each other a lot. ❤️
Marie