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Tell me of anyone who does not live in and for the memory of what never did - what they wished did - what they would not have given their right hand so that it did - happen, and I'll call you a liar. It's not the "what if it did?" but rather the "why the hell did it not?" Forgive me the hell word, please, unaccomplished lust has everything to do with unaccomplished love, and thus with... hell.

This is a book of poetry, the third in the Drops series (1st edition), emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There is everything that could burn a hole in your heart to it.

Lust... oh, the beauty of it, shaped by the tool of the word as it creates worlds where men, women leave the mundane of yesterday behind and coalesce into the divine of now and forever. Lust, the synonym of passion, the synonym of fire, the synonym of life.

This is a book of poetry, the tenth in the Curves series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There is everything that could burn a hole in your heart to it.

I collected as much God, death and related matters, as I could find in my writes. Probably I missed some. Probably I should remove some. Probably... strike that... certainly it does not matter. Nothing original, just giving in to a "collectors impulse". Anyone want their money back? Just tell me. Of course, you should have had bought it first, which probably never happened.

Din cînd în cînd mai m¿ atac¿ o poezie ¿i trebuie s¿ îi g¿sesc cas¿. A¿a c¿ am deschis casa, c¿süa, coliba asta... nu, palat nu-i dar bogat¿ în frumuse¿e e - bogat¿ în tine, cea care îmi îndreapt¿ condeiul cînd se înclin¿ ¿i îmi umple c¿limara cînd se gole¿te ¿i îmi încînt¿ inima la apus de iarn¿, cînd albul de z¿pad¿ dispare ¿i r¿mîne... nimic.

Animals are a thread (almost) ever present in my stories. And I don't mean bi-peds but rather quadri-peds and/or alisi-peds and/or nihili-peds and probably other peds. And being in love with all these inhumanusi-peds, I felt I owe them a collection of their own, which this is it. Of course, their role in the story has to be a bit larger than just being mentioned by name, I leave it to... ahm... my discretion. I am confident you will not be dis...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the seventh in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. Ther...

This is a book of poetry, the fifth in the Childhood series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There is everything that could burn a hole in your heart to it.

Jack is an eccentric person. He is a cryptologist, the best alive, and this might allow for his eccentricity - in his youth, Jack had single-handedly broken the Enigma code in fifteen minutes. This might also have allowed for the alien species trying to contact him with a slightly more difficult mission: humanity has several months to decipher a mathematical code locked in the long-gone-dust brain of a child dead several centuries ago. Oh, and...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the second in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the first in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There ...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the sixth in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There ...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the fifth in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There ...

This is a book of poetry, the (unexpected) fourth and last in the Drops series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There is everything that could burn a hole in your heart to it.

Sometimes a writer faces the irrepressible urge to write whatever comes to mind, disobeying any kind of rules or expectations or logic. The way a painter paints an abstract painting. It might be a piece of junk, it might be a stroke of genius, one thing is certain - it is a one time mood and a one time event and it is mostly impossible to reiterate. Unless if in a different mood. This book contains a collection of such events. I cannot say I l...

This is a book of poetry, written in Romanian, the fourth in the Mirese series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. You will certainly find an Eminescean influence all through it, mostly in the rhymed passages. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There...

This is a book of poetry, the thirteenth in the Curves series, emphasizing the beauty and the fire in love, lust, passion, via a collection of poems worded raw or clever, rhyme or free verse, serious or humorous, and mostly a mix of all. There is nothing trite to it, there is nothing rude to it, there is nothing innocent to it. There is everything that could burn a hole in your heart to it.

I thought I got over it. Wrong! I should have thought better. Then I thought I did a good job of quashing it. Wrong! I should have thought better. Then I thought I should simply disregard it. Wrong! I should have thought better.It. The very very short story mania. Thus, I finally stopped... thinking. I decided to leave the thinking matter to you, dear readers. There's a team spirit running through this association we have, I and you, and this ...

I wrote many short stories in my short artistic career. Most of them of generic content - real, unreal, romantic. Yet some of them, and without really trying, seemed to be drifting at one or other speed or intensity towards my roots, those roots that defined the who and the how of I. Even if with just a few words, a hint. My Jewish roots. Those that connected me quite unconsciously to parents, grandparents, tradition, to my people. The roots t...