Modern love – part III

by Andrada Costoiu

So, here it is, Modern Love with part 3 added. I also included part 1+2, just in case you didn’t have the chance to read it. Stay tuned to see what happens next:)

Part I

In the summertime, on a day like this,
I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse.
I was a bit down for the lack of color,
 I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!

The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke,
Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke.
He washed the city’s gray away,
Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.

He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel,
He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!”
My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch!
My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”

In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place,
Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace.
Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar,
Me with my purse, him with his guitar.

Effervescent music,
His strings sounded like Jimmy Page,
When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets,
And sometimes on the stage. 

It all felt so good,
I wanted this to last!
To play my part in it at once,
Was what I felt, was I must!

I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, 
To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, 
Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand,
Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!

In wholly ingratiated state,
My man passed out, face down on his plate,
From drinking a bit more,
And eating the cold nachos from the day before.

Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing,
When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring.
A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout,
She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!

Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox,
Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox!
His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast,
It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!

My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure,
I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure.
With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat,
He kept denying everything, unable to admit.

Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep,
I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep!
Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar,
I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!

Part II

Conference on Mount Olympus, with Eros on the stand,
His wings are gently flapping, his face is really tanned.
“I came today to tell you, that I fell in disgrace,
I do not know what’s happening down there, with the entire human race!”

“What do you mean?” asked Zeus, his voice sounded like the thunder,
“Have deep spiritual and erotic yearnings gone down under?”
“No!”, says embarrassed Eros, “but they come through a box,
Just like in one of recent cases, named Swiper da Fox!”

“A box?” murmured them all, and puzzled they fell, 
Not sure how a box can cast the love spell.
“A box, “ continues Eros, “that takes selfies and can move in slow motion,
Making the ones involved to quiver with emotion!”

Apollo clutched his headphones, he fixed his laurel wreath,
Perseus checked his knife and drew it from its sheath, 
Artemis pet her deer, Poseidon gulped a glass of water,
The nine Muses together, were pondering on the matter …..

Part III 

Concealed among the others, as humans they were born,
Eros as a good-looking guy, with a good job and fully grown,
Aphrodite as woman sailor, the captain of a cruise ship,
Hermes lost his winged sandals and instead carried a whip. 
Athena was a nerd, she sported reading glasses,
Hephaestus carried comas, he gave karate classes. 
All photoshopped and ready, they set in their profiles,
They had prepared full pitches and they were only smiles….

It didn’t take an hour for the romance roulette to send notifications,
They came from everywhere, with all kinds of temptations.
The box was full of humans, dressed up potential mates,
Who invited the Olympians on all kinds of dates.
Thumb crafted messages and unfiltered pictures started to appear,
Aphrodite was invited to go sailing, Hephaestus to go drink a beer.
Among the others, Hermes got a message that was quite long,
It was written by a woman who pretended to be knowledgeable and very, very strong…

“Ok!” said enervated Eros, “You see now how this works!
Look at how many people just came in through the box!
This newfangled dating world is getting out of hand,
I very often panic and do not aim as planned!”

“You do not aim at all?” said Hermes, feeling his tush,
“I aim, alright!” yelled Eros, “But some move fast, and others beat around the bush!”
“Well…” said Aphrodite with a wry, 
“Why don’t we give you training, so let’s go out and try.”

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My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Modern Love

by Andrada Costoiu

Here is Part I + Part II , stay tuned for more:) I am including part 1, for the ones who did not have a chance to read it yesterday.

Part I

In the summertime, on a day like this,
I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse.
I was a bit down for the lack of color,
 I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!

The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke,
Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke.
He washed the city’s gray away,
Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.

He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel,
He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!”
My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch!
My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”

In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place,
Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace.
Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar,
Me with my purse, him with his guitar.

Effervescent music,
His strings sounded like Jimmy Page,
When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets,
And sometimes on the stage. 

It all felt so good,
I wanted this to last!
To play my part in it at once,
Was what I felt, was I must!

I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, 
To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, 
Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand,
Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!

In wholly ingratiated state,
My man passed out, face down on his plate,
From drinking a bit more,
And eating the cold nachos from the day before.

Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing,
When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring.
A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout,
She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!

Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox,
Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox!
His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast,
It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!

My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure,
I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure.
With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat,
He kept denying everything, unable to admit.

Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep,
I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep!
Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar,
I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!

Part II

Conference on Mount Olympus, with Eros on the stand,
His wings are gently flapping, his face is really tanned.
“I came today to tell you, that I fell in disgrace,
I do not know what’s happening down there, with the entire human race!”

“What do you mean?” asked Zeus, his voice sounded like the thunder,
“Have deep spiritual and erotic yearnings gone down under?”
“No!”, says embarrassed Eros, “but they come through a box,
Just like in one of recent cases, named Swiper da Fox!”

“A box?” murmured them all, and puzzled they fell, 
Not sure how a box can cast the love spell.
“A box, “ continues Eros, “that takes selfies and can move in slow motion,
Making the ones involved to quiver with emotion!”

Apollo clutched his headphones, he fixed his laurel wreath,
Perseus checked his knife and drew it from its sheath, 
Artemis pet her deer, Poseidon gulped a glass of water,
The nine Muses together, were pondering on the matter …..

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Modern love

by Andrada Costoiu

Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing well! I have been absent because I am engrossed in writing my second novel. I am still writing poetry , so I am going to share with you a poem that has never been published. I will post this in installments, because it’s really long. So here is the first part:) Enjoy!

Part I

In the summertime, on a day like this,
I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse.
I was a bit down for the lack of color,
 I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!

The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke,
Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke.
He washed the city’s gray away,
Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.

He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel,
He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!”
My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch!
My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”

In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place,
Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace.
Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar,
Me with my purse, him with his guitar.

Effervescent music,
His strings sounded like Jimmy Page,
When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets,
And sometimes on the stage. 

It all felt so good,
I wanted this to last!
To play my part in it at once,
Was what I felt, was I must!

I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, 
To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, 
Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand,
Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!

In wholly ingratiated state,
My man passed out, face down on his plate,
From drinking a bit more,
And eating the cold nachos from the day before.

Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing,
When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring.
A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout,
She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!

Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox,
Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox!
His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast,
It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!

My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure,
I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure.
With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat,
He kept denying everything, unable to admit.

Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep,
I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep!
Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar,
I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

The beauty in us

by Andrada Costoiu

Palms that hold dreams,
Upside down,
Got caught into sticky web of light
And made us drop all our belongings but our hearts and minds.

Are we great losers?

No! 

We touch….
As dark petals struggle not to fall
Into the cosmic depth.
We hold each other…
If dust comes from the knowledge’s fire.
We kiss….
As we pass through the valleys of shadows.

Love
The addiction of the soul,
If every thought of love would become a breeze,
The world would be an endless hurricane.

Hope
The addiction of the mind,
With it we conquered centuries
While many other worlds have died.

In this universe where everything becomes dust
We have not bloomed for nothing,
Neither you, or I, or him, or her….or them….

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

Under the Iron Curtain – book launch

by Andrada Costoiu

The pandemic has been unkind to our world but has also offered more time to ponder on different aspects of our lives and more time to write. Because I was able to work from home, I finished writing my first novel, “Under the Iron Curtain” which has now been published in Romanian edition, by Niculescu Oxford Publishing House, Bucharest in July 2021.

The novel presents a fictionalized account of the last 3 years of Ceausescu’s regime in Romania, 1986-1989, ending with the fall of the Iron Curtain. It follows a family, as it struggles living in a world led by a government that oppresses its people.  Many historical truths are embedded within this book, as it recounts the struggles of daily lives during Ceausescu times, the woman’s condition in the communist societies, as well as important events in the Romanian history, such as the Brasov rebellion of November 1987 as well as the Romanian Revolution of 1989. Characterized as a transmodern literature, this is a story of moral courage, a story of parenthood and moral dilemmas, and a story about the resilience of the human spirit that shines through years of hardship.

Here are a few pictures from the official book launch.

And couple of TV shows where I had the pleasure to be invited.

Sub Cortina de Fier

by Andrada Costoiu

My first novel it’s out! It was a long journey, as publishing the traditional way it’s a long process. The book is published in Romanian, by Niculescu Oxford Publishing House in Bucharest.

I am not going to tell you the plot, I will just say that throughout its 463 pages the story takes the reader through the most important events of the last 3 years of Ceausescu’s regime, 1986-1989, including the Chernobyl Disaster and the fall of the Iron Curtain. Besides being informative on that time period, this is a story of moral courage and of the beauty of human spirit that shines through years of hardship. It is also a story of millions of people, past and present, who have lived under oppressive regimes.

The Romanian version can be bought on-line from the publishing house https://www.niculescu.ro/sub-cortina-de-fier.html, or from the libraries across the country.

A world within a world

by Andrada Costoiu

Eros made holes in my dress,
That why Chopin must feel so good…..

Sitting by the window, in lavender summer dress,
I’m thinking to give cosmic basis another depth,
The one of my heart. 

I guess that’s what’s happening…
When you trust your heart without doubt,
When you let the thieves steal your reason,
And love with passion.

I smile,
It’s the beginning…..

The touch, the skin, the dream…..
Whatever they meant through World Atlas they were wrong,
As it doesn’t contain the places that I am going to,
With you in my mind,
A world within a world,
Just mine and yours.

COPYRIGHT NOTICE

© Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020- . Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Andrada Costoiu and a-passion4life.com, 2020 with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.

A village museum, Curtisoara, Romania

by Andrada Costoiu

There are many places that seem out of a fairytale in Romania, and this is just another one that I visited a few days ago. It is a Village Museum, in Romanian language called Muzeul Satului. It is situated in the South-West part of the country, called Oltenia and represents houses that were traditional in this region. A while ago I have visited a similar museum in Bucharest, that is much larger, with houses equally beautiful as the ones in the pictures below.

This museum is the result of a remarkable effort, as houses were moved from their original locations and reassembled on new foundations, according to their original techniques. Some of the houses you find here were built in 1700s! To me, they don’t look so old, because believe or not….houses like this are still inhabited in this part of Romania.

Together with the houses you can also find a fountain and a church ( the property of a former Romanian prime minister, Tatarascu, that was removed from his seat once the communists took over the country). The church is small inside, very cozy, and it features the original furniture. The church’s bell, shown in the picture below, was imported from Italy, and when the guide hit it gently to show us how it sounds, I got a feeling that it resonated through the surrounding hills and villages.

Some houses you can visit inside, others you cannot. The ones open inside display objects that were traditional in the rural life.
The village is beautiful and I will let the pictures speak for themselves, with the mention that the smell of flowers and the fresh air adds to the beauty of this place.

Romanian mountains, Papusa Peak, 7000 ft

I climbed on the mountains today. I found them as I remembered, serene and beautiful ❤️

The peak I reached is called Vârful Păpuşa (Păpuşa peak), a 2,135-metre (7,005 ft) mountain in the Parâng Mountains of Romania.

 To go to the base of the mountain, you have to drive through Transalpina, the road more affectionately known as the ‘King’s Road’ or ‘The Devil’s Pathway’. This is the highest road in Romania, reaching a maximum altitude in the Urdele Pass: 2,145 m. Situated in the Parang Mountains of the Southern Carpathians, the 150 km long road ties Oltenia (historical province in the southern Romania) to Transylvania (central and western Romania) between the towns of Novaci in Gorj County (southern Romania) and Sebes in Alba County (central Romania).

The scenery it’s really beautiful!

The road is only open in the summer, because otherwise it is covered in heavy snow.

My grandma and I, visiting a Romanian monastery

By Andrada Costoiu

I am visiting my family in Romania ❤️

Today I took my grandma , 89, to visit a monastery that was built in the mountains , near the city where my family lives. The position of this historical place is really wonderful, on the spectacular Jiu Valley.
The monastery is called Lainici, and it was built in 1817, on the foundations of an older monastery, dated to the 14th century. 

This is an Orthodox monastery , with only monks. Throughout time, it went through a lot, as the place was destroyed first during the Austro-Hungarian empire in the 18th century, then during the WWI, when the German army destroyed the church, and also the cemetery and the archive.