it’s winter on my frozen lake the seagulls
Are we really sad during the yellow autumn, or she is dreary?
Hypocrites, saying we love swans, but we grow ducks. (06.09.2017)
Autumn is coming, even if the still green trees seem not seeing it. (04.09.2017)
The autumn, you see, it’s a new spring for the tree: its leaves are blooming.
So, every Sunday I wipe the dust of the week‘s days Left all behind me.
The tree forgotten by the birds is aging. (Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.08.2017)
It matters WHAT, and HOW, but IF is decisive; The age is not the limit, as long as you don’t leave. (17.09.2017)
Act like a duck in race: paddling like dickens underneath, but calm on the surface. (08.09.2017 – From a quote by Michael Caine)
I feel, it’s here, it always has to be: The autumn, with my yellow tree. The little rain, a classic blues, and me … (18.07.2017)
I try to surprise the sunrise on the blue lake; the clouds hide it… (25.07.2017)
… and in the morning, on the lake, the sleeping gulls dream of the blue sea… (04.08.2017) (Nicolae Sfetcu)