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Memories from 3 years ago 😍😍😍***Floral arrangement***
05/14/2026

Memories from 3 years ago 😍😍😍

***Floral arrangement***

05/13/2026

Am un dor,
Îl simt ca un fior,
Adiere rece pe șira spinării,
Amintiri ascunse în cutia uitării.

Am un dor, vis călător,
Mă încearcă emoții,
Amintiri din trecut,
Povești minunate
Sau dureri de nespus.

Pași pierduți sau priviri de gheață,
Mai vreau o dată să-mi trăiesc a mea viață.
Poate atunci nu-mi va mai fi dor
De tot ce nu este, de tot ce mi-e dor.
Dar până atunci, port dorul cu mine,
Ca pe o rană ce încă e vie,
Ca pe o stea ce refuză să moară
În noaptea adâncă dinlăuntru și-afară.

“Dorul” - 13 Mai, 2026

I believe in lovethe way the water believes in its fallingwithout question,without fearof how deep it will go.I believe ...
05/03/2026

I believe in love
the way the water believes in its falling
without question,
without fear
of how deep it will go.

I believe in faith
like the sky holds the light
even when the clouds try to hide it,
knowing
it will never really disappear.

And beauty…
it’s not in the perfect moment,
but in the way my heart softens
in the middle of everything loud.

In the way I still choose warmth,
still choose to feel,
still choose to see magic
where others just pass by.

I stand here
between heaven and water,
and something inside me whispers:

You are loved,
You are guided,
you are becoming
everything you were meant to be.

“Meant to be”- May 3, 2026

Vreau să învăț să zbor,Să mă agăț de o pală de vânt,Cu aripa mea frântăȘi să plutesc spre infinit.Vreau să vii și tu cu ...
04/26/2026

Vreau să învăț să zbor,
Să mă agăț de o pală de vânt,
Cu aripa mea frântă
Și să plutesc spre infinit.

Vreau să vii și tu cu mine,
Să descoperim mistere,
Să pășim pe poteci nestrăbătute
De nimeni până acum.

Crezi că ai putea face parte din destinul meu?
Sau poate deja ești…
Aripa mea,
Gândul meu,
Adierea mea
Și Raiul.

“Raiul” - April 25, 2026

Orthodox Easter Floral arrangement❤️ 🙏🌷
04/12/2026

Orthodox Easter Floral arrangement❤️ 🙏🌷

The TruthI was endured into shape.A small body learning too earlythat silence was safer than truth.I learned shame befor...
03/16/2026

The Truth

I was endured into shape.
A small body learning too early
that silence was safer than truth.
I learned shame before I learned language.
It settled into my bones like a second gravity, pulling my eyes downward, teaching my soul to apologize for taking up space.
No one asked what I felt.
But I did feel, too much, too deep, too sacred.
Too soft.
Too dramatic.
Too something that needed to be less.
So I became less.
I folded my spirit into something acceptable, something that would not provoke, would not invite, would not be seen.
Because being seen had already cost me too much.
I carried voices inside me like laws,
unquestioned, absolute, even when they broke me.
And my own voice…it became a stranger.
A distant echo I no longer trusted
to keep me safe.
So I pleased.
I adapted.
I dissolved.
I became what was needed, again and again, until there was no clear edge between who I was and what was required of me.
And still, somewhere beneath the ruin, beneath the silence, beneath the carefully constructed self that survived it all, there was a pulse.
Faint.
Unreachable.
Untamed.
Not the girl they silenced.
Not the shame they planted.
Not the fear that shaped my days.
Something older.
Something sacred.
A spirit that did not agree to what was done to it.
A knowing that whispered, even when I could not hear it:

“This is not your truth.”

“You were not made for this breaking.
You were not born to carry their darkness.
You were taught to forget your light.”

And maybe, just maybe, the path back is not about becoming someone new, but about daring, slowly, to listen to the voice that survived when everything else was taken.

03/08/2026

Femeia
Femeia nu este doar trup și nume, nu este doar primăvara care vine și pleacă.
Ea este o taină veche cât pământul,o lumină care arde tăcut în inimile lumii.
În ea locuiește începutul.
Din ea se naște viața,dar și puterea de a o ține în brațe atunci când devine grea.
Femeia știe să plângă fără să își piardă demnitatea,să cadă și totuși să se ridice cu mai multă blândețe în privire.
Ea adună dureri pe care nu le vede nimeni și le transformă în iubire.
Adună tăceri și le preschimbă în înțelepciune.
Femeia este pod între fragilitate și curaj, între rană și vindecare,între întuneric și prima rază de lumină.
De aceea, în fiecare femeie există o lume întreagă.
O lume care cade, se reconstruiește, și învață din nou să iubească.

You loved so deeply.The kind of love that makes the world softer.The kind that animals trust,the kind that butterflies m...
03/05/2026

You loved so deeply.
The kind of love that makes the world softer.
The kind that animals trust,
the kind that butterflies might follow.
Somewhere there is a white dress that never felt your heartbeat, never saw you walk toward the promise you carried in your eyes.
But today love did not leave with you.
It stayed in every person whose life you touched, in every animal you held with kindness, in every fragile wing of every butterfly that will ever rise toward the sun.
And maybe that is how souls like yours travel: not alone, but carried on thousands of small wings of love.
Fly high butterfly! 🦋🙏🤍

Pic: Cambridge Butterfly Conservatory

Silence isn’t strength.Connection is.I learned the hard way, That by being quiet long enough you only confuse endurance ...
02/23/2026

Silence isn’t strength.
Connection is.
I learned the hard way,
That by being quiet long enough you only confuse endurance with holiness.
I thought silence made me noble.
That swallowing words was wisdom.
That if I stayed soft, stayed agreeable, stayed unseen, I would be safe.
But silence didn’t save me.
It only taught my body how to disappear.
Shame lived there.
Shame hides in the places where truth goes unspoken,
where the soul learns to apologize for existing, where vulnerability is mistaken for danger.
I carried that shame beautifully.
Like a sacred duty.
Until something in me broke open.
I realized strength was never in holding it all alone.
Strength was in letting myself be seen.
In allowing my cracks to breathe.
In saying this is where it hurts
And trusting that I would not be abandoned.
Connection became my altar.
The place where I stopped hiding
and started remembering who I was before I learned to be quiet.
When I open up now,
it is not because I am fearless,
but because my soul is tired of pretending.
I was never meant to survive alone.
Silence kept me contained.
Connection returned me to myself.

I am not here by myself, I know that now.Everything in me was shaped by others:the love that stayed,the love that failed...
01/26/2026

I am not here by myself, I know that now.
Everything in me was shaped by others:
the love that stayed,
the love that failed,
the people who saw me
and the ones who didn’t,
but taught me anyway.

Ubuntu it’s the way I feel things.
It’s how my heart opens without asking permission.
How I carry people with me,
even when they’re gone.

I love creating because something moves through me,
But it doesn’t belong to me.
When I give, I don’t feel emptied, I feel aligned.
Like an ocean drop belonging to the ocean.

I’ve learned that softness is not weakness.
That being affected is a kind of wisdom.
That love grows when it’s shared,
not guarded.

Ubuntu lives in the quiet moments:
in listening,
in staying,
in choosing kindness
even when no one is watching.

I am because we are.
Not as a sentence,
but as a truth I live by.
And every day,
I try to be someone
who makes that truth visible.

Ubuntu, Jan. 26, 2026

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