Mirela Necula

Mirela Necula

Nevertheless, Mirela Necula

Painter of smile, You are love, You are measure, jam on the tray, nectar on the mouth, me, the chilling cry, on the hostile lip of darkness, you, proud star next to me remained "whole and frozen" in the rag of life without chirping.

Insensitive to never ending sadness, in voiceless time and space, we are looking eye to eye incessantly, in "edenic incarnation" how motionless he asks us, he has us.

"Nothing lights up, and no one, of the moonlight" Nevertheless, my love, I will extinguish the night in my hand.