Sfârșit de secol XX

Iubesc iarna de mult, din pricina ta,

Cu perdele de alb, troienind inima,

Felinare-aurii, sclipind în ferești,

Și doi ochi – ochii tăi – șoptind că mă-ndrăgești.


Două ierni de demult am vorbit din priviri,

Bănuind întristați că vom crește-amintiri,

Cu perdele de alb troienind ca-n povești

Și cuminți felinare-adormind în ferești…




Hei, bărbat bun, te strig:

Unde ești?

Mai ai aripi? Exiști?

Că nu sunt te gândești?


Îți mai bate, vitează, o inimă mare

Sub platoșa aspră, făcută să zboare

Sau se-oprește, încet,

Rătăcind încurcată în gânduri amare?


Mai strânge zăgazul o undă curată

Albastră, adâncă, de sec nepătată?

Sau plânge spărtura și se face mai lată,

Iar mândra răcoare albește vărsată…


Mă-nghioldește adamic, mă strânge, un gol

Făurind zale grele, peste inimă văl,

Dacă drumul există, tu de ce nu-l găsești?

Unde ești?









Au trecut aproape 6 luni de când am schimbat prefixul a patra oară și pot spune că al 40-lea an al existenței mele a fost cel mai activ: am făcut sute de kilometri aproape zilnic, am dormit cel mai profund, am visat cel mai realist. Am ajuns la concluzii aproape înțelepte.

Și în concordanță cu acțiunile pe care mulți înaintași au considerat că e bine să le întreprindă, o dată ajunși cvadrigenari, aproape că mă gândesc și eu să schimb ceva. Să fie locul de muncă? Țara? Vreun hobby?

Postul de radio nu-l voi schimba (n-am cum), nici pe cel de televiziune. Coafura? Nu. Cred că mă voi gândi de două ori înainte să mă îmbrac cu unele din hainele pe care le am de la vârste mai tinere… Și aproape voi renunța la el.🙂




Second to God

Reposting from July 2013 so that no one gets the wrong idea…😉

I love you and only you, always have, always will. I almost hate you for this, my “indoors” man.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t need you so totally, I wish I would go for a you-replacement,… but I can’t. Only the thought of it kills my joy and gives me bad dreams at night (like running away from my own wedding when I discover the groom is not my “indoors” man).😀

My life is less impossible without you at all than with a replacement of you by my side; I am geared this way. People say that you are a dream, that I should kill you…😉 (and maybe sometimes I feel like it), but I am not the one who invented “indoors” people.❤

I know not your face, but do know and Big Like your “indoors” – it is where I would need to live when married.

People wonder where you are and whether you are at all. I don’t, not anymore, so just take your time, I am in perfect company now, have been so ever since you, my one and only, became second to God.

P.S. I am beginning to miss you much, though…:/

I wish you enough

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in
life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the
final good-bye.”

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them.

Forty and Fabulous?


Sa speram.

Adevarul curat este ca doar barbatilor le stau bine cifrele astea mari… Ei chiar arata fabulos la 40, 50 sau chiar 60. Am exemple, sa stiti.

Noi? More like … forty and frightened.:/

Si, ca Scarlett O’Hara, asteptam cu interes crescand zilele cand, in calitate de bunici, ne putem permite sa nu mai fim tinere.

Offf, ce bine ca la Scriptura scrie de viata fara de moarte si tinerete fara batranete! (You know, Ispirescu de acolo s-a “ispirat”, nu invers.)

Era sa stric traditia postarilor de 17 martie, tocmai azi! 40 is soo busy. Ca sa nu simt ca bunicul inca nu a ajuns acasa. Ce treaba are, anyway? El e forty and fabulous…😉



Religious Freedom, Shopping and Everyday Life

“…to go against conscience is neither right nor safe. Here I stand, I can do no other, so help me God”.

Martin Luther2

On December 17, 2014, Hungary passed a law3 that bans Sunday shopping. The reason, as stated in the article, was that it “protects Sunday as a Christian day of rest”. Other article claims this law will “boost family togetherness”4. The point of view in writing this post does not come from the stand of the shopaholic who likes to dawdle in shopping enclaves on her weekly day off from work. The vantage point in writing is that of a Christian whose day of rest is not Sunday. It is apparent that, on the one hand, lawmakers are thinking of family togetherness and are helping Austrians, Germans and Hungarians to it. On the other hand, they profess to be guardians of the Christian day of rest. I would like to review the concept of religious freedom from the point of view of a Bible-abiding Christians who protects Saturday as the Biblical day of rest.

Religious Freedom – a Definition

Technically speaking, religious freedom means the freedom to choose and practice one’s own religion5. According to the Article 18 from the Universal Declaration of Rights6, anybody has the “freedom of thought, conscience and religion”. The right to religious freedom is mentioned, one way or another, by all international declarations that comprise the acknowledgement of fundamental human rights. It is valid for the constitutions of most democratic countries: freedom of religion is not a right that the state or the civil authority grants its citizens, but a right that goes beyond the juridical order, which the state has the duty to guard and protect.

The Impact of Religious Freedom on Other People’s Life

To be sure, a creed or the practicing of various religious rituals can be declared illegal, but nobody should be allowed to do away with one’s right to allegiance to religious, philosophical or political concepts. Therefore, in addition to fundamental human rights (the right to life/thought/religion etc.), there are rights that can be called “conditional”: the right to expression, to peaceful assembly, to association, the right to practice certain rituals. Religious freedom deals with the latter category.

If religion is defined as worship brought to Divinity, the framework of discussion becomes highly objective: religious duties become more than mere personal options – they are made known by revelation, defined by God Himself. Since God is the Supreme Good, then genuine religion can only be a good-upholding one. No group that opposes individual and collective good can be called religion and can claim the right to become manifest in the name of religious freedom. God never forces anyone to obey and worship Him. Religion, as the Word of God puts it, should only come as an act of reason-infused love:

If you love Me, you will keep my commandments (John 14: 15); Anyone who loves Me will obey My teaching (John 14:23).

The moral perfection of the Divinity involves love and freedom. In order to love their fellow-being who has a different religion or practices different rituals, one does not need to find out whether she/he is right or wrong. Being a human being who is searching for their way in life is enough. He/she is free to say what he/she believes. One is free to listen to them, evaluate, make a decision. One is free to say what one believes in and she/he is free to listen to one, evaluate and make a decision. One’s freedom ends the moment the other person’s freedom begins. Love has a golden rule:

Do to others whatever you would like them to do to you. This is the essence of all that is taught in the law and the prophets (Matthew 7:12).


Unfortunately, as the course of human history has plentifully shown, laws can sometimes be used to limit religious freedom, persecute religious minorities and suppress freedom of expression. It is my hope that governments vigorously oppose them, thus avoiding any situations when a day of rest is enforced for all Christians.

References (accessed on October 22, 2015);; (accessed on October 22, 2015); (accessed on October 22, 2015); (accessed on October 20, 2015).

5 (accessed on October 20, 2015);

6Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance. ( – accessed on October 22, 2015).

Out of words

Din aprilie blogul meu a deschis ochii mari şi a închis gura. Proprietara cuvintelor lui era prea ocupată cu alte scrisuri şi treburi. Îi mai arunca din când în când câte o privire rapidă, plină de regret, şi atât. 2015 se făcea un carusel tot mai vijelios care nu-i dădea un răgaz prea mare pentru nimic. Totul trebuia repede.

În iunie şi iulie viteza devenise maximă. Atât de rău a fost că nici bunul august n-a mai putut să smulgă niscaiva cuvinte de la călătoarea care în sfârşit se oprise. Nu mai mişca, într-adevăr. Ar fi putut în fine să-şi privească blogul în albul ochilor, dar nu mai era ea. Fusese înlocuită de un zombi care nu mai văzuse niciodată cer albastru, soare şi nici vegetaţie văratică.

În septembrie roata şi-a dat iar drumul, hurducănind şi vâjâind. A sfârâit, a hârâit, dar nu s-a oprit. A târât-o fără odihnă până la mijlocul lui noiembrie când proprietara cuvintelor a sărit pe neaşteptate, în toiul învârtelii, şi s-a făcut iar zombie cu ochii pierduţi în privirea albastră a cerului.

Dar caruselul nemilos pândea şi a înşfăcat-o pentru ultima cursă din 2015. Învârtindu-se istovitor.

De câteva zile s-a oprit. Fără tragere de inimă şi brusc, proiectându-şi măcar povara prin aer, ca previziune a acrobaţiilor aeriene uluitoare pe care le va putea încerca la anul.

Şi uite că lumea nu mai e la fel ca acum un an. Se schimonoseşte lunar şi pune pe fugă cuvintele bune. Acum e decembrie şi blogul meu ar fi vrut să zică vorbe frumoase, dulci. Le are pe limbă. E şi mulţumit că zombi-a dispare încet.

Dar caleidoscopul lui 2015 le ţine ferecate.