Poetry

Love happens

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by Andrada Costoiu

Your invitation was like a pistol,
Shot at the beginning of a race,
One that transformed my pipe dreams
Into something extraordinarily real.
I never really recognized what was happening,
Until the moment I realized I was all in.

A tornado, strong and fierce,
Tangled together, 
I should try to pull myself back,
Yet it feels warm and inviting. 
Logic is beside the point,
Just like rationality and self-preservation,
To me,
It is likely that love is one of the ungovernable forces,
Just like gravity,
It just happens…..

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What are you afraid of?

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by Andrada Costoiu

I’m not afraid of the dark…
I’m not afraid of heights….
I’m not afraid of storms….
I’m not afraid……

Fearless dancers though life,
What a seductive image
Beautiful but imperfect,
Because we are humans with slow rumbling storms on the inside.

I am afraid….

I’m afraid of losing my sensibility,
Of not feelings things and people,
I’m afraid of the needle of numbness.
I’m afraid of building a strong carcass,
As I always want to be free.

I’m afraid of not feeling love the way it should be felt,
With storms and calmness,
With butterflies and loud bangs,
Am I feeling too little, too much?
Because I don’t know how others feel it…..

I’m afraid of disappointment in my children’s eyes,
I want to be great,
And sometimes I am, but sometimes I am not.

And you, what are you afraid of?
In this moment, 
I glimpse at the person you are and at who you’re becoming,
And all I can think is…
That we all have our own fears.

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Unbound

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by Andrada Costoiu

You are not perfect but nobody is,
Everybody is chipped in some way, isn’t it?

Leave aside all people who are making lists of yes and no,
Of good and bad, of worth and not worth.
Perhaps I should tell you something of what is happening:
Captivating stages of life,
Are catching you becoming.
From the young one,
To the interesting, to the self-assured,
You’re undoubtedly moving,
Through the unexplained and unpredicted,
Through idleness and excitement,
Beating the drum in the rhythm of life.

Your only jailers are the attitudes or concepts you imprison yourself with,
Not people! No locks can hold you from becoming you everyday.
So sing a song and plant your dreams.
Stop looking at me like that,
Your cocked quizzical eyebrow makes me smile.
Sing with no voice if you want,
But still sing,
Your dreams and then you,
Will grow faster and taller if you sing from your heart.

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Shadows of love

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by Andrada Costoiu

The midnight saw the moon 
Round and gold, no other stars
She was alone,
Just like me.

I tried to close my eyes,
To stop thinking,
But sometimes my mind
Acts like a Medici tyrant.
Shadows of the promises you made,
Were dancing in every corner,
And I knew that I cannot put eyelids
On what was to follow:
News wreck
Involving some “truth” that crushed my wings.
Does that mean that I will have to be walking from now on?
Would it be possible to go be a caterpillar again?
At least that would mean hope,
I always liked to fly.

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Our beautiful world

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by Andrada Costoiu

I stand alone,
Almost losing my words.
The sound of the ocean soothes my soul,
The sky, with colors that kept changing like the seasons of our lives,
Opened the door towards everywhere and nowhere.

Can steal this moment,
And seal it in my heart?
I guess….
Because what you see,
What you smell,
Never quite fades away.

I will stop,
I want to dig three graves in the sand,
And make them as deep as I can with my bare hands.

One is for the wars in our world,
I want to burry their blood, their tears,
And their haunting hypnotic rhythm
That makes people inflict pain, revenge and hate.

The second is for anger,
For anger blinds,
It’s black and bitter,
It ties you down somewhere in darkness,
Where only cruel whispers fill your mind.

The third is for ignorance.
The ice caps are melting,
The bees are dying,
And flowers don’t grow after the died!
If we don’t do something about it,
We’re all a family of thieves.

I tried to burry these, burry them deep!
Maybe the sand has swallowed them all…

Looking at the horizon,
I’m thinking about our story forward.
As young or old souls of this world
We all have wings to fly,
In our beautiful world.

This poem was inspired by this picture that I took few days ago while I was walking on the beach.

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There is more to life

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-a poem for my son-

by Andrada Costoiu

 Have you ever felt your heart cartwheeling in your chest?
I did, many times….
When you smile, when you sparkle,
When say silly things as: “I broke the Kumon Bank”,
Because you thought they gave you way too many packets for homework!
Or when you asked if my mom(your grandma) was born during the Civil War, Because you thought she’s so knowledgeable
And knows everything!

You make me happy,
Your thoughts are clear and pure,
I never want to let the society take out the child inside you.

I’ll save the conservative thinking for another lifetime,
I don’t want you to sit properly, behave properly,
Because what is proper anyway? 
I want you to dance when everyone is watching,
To believe in the impossible and to always have hope.

I don’t have a manual, none of us do,
And even us, adults,
Can sometimes feel as bees on the sand. 
But I do know that “Success” is not defined by reaching very rigid milestones,
So don’t let the society dictate your life.

There are so many things that are not quite right in the world today,
But there is so much good too.
You will realize that all things change,
And like the forces of nature,
Everybody has the power to unleash and unlock what they’re capable of.
If more people decide to do good, the balance will tilt to that side,
Be one of these people.


Life is about creating yourself,
Take your time, smile, breathe and keep going.

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Love actually

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By Andrada Costoiu

I didn’t have time to think,
My heart said yes before reason.

I remember when we meet,
For a second none of us moved.
In a room with noisy people
We felt as surrounded by a thousand silent faces,
And then you said : “meet me outside?”
I went straight to the door
To stumble in the plaza lit by the moonlight, with you.

Unstoppable attraction drew us together,
And then,
We molted into the story of two lovers separated by oceans.

We are near and far,
In the midst of uncertain,
One things seems to hold:
The emails we write.
We construct paradise in the wilderness of our dreams,
We fight for freedom from blind tyranny of distance,
We race each other into the light of love,
We play roles that no preacher can find.

Today I plucked hopes from the three of dreams,
My hands seemed to comprehended the needs of my heart.
With the hopes I made myself this pair of wings,
To fly to you.

In an infinite universe,
The twang of gravity is so powerful when it comes to lovers.
Love will always stay in orbit,
The orbit of two dreaming souls. 

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Time

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by Andrada Costoiu

In the language of physics,
It is described as a fundamental quantity,
Absolute and independent in its own nature,
Time moves uniformly or not!
In our known and unknown universe…….  

Time!
We feel ….
The never -ending emotional passing of time,
That’s being human, for a few minutes, for years, for a lifetime!  

Everybody has his time,
Don’t we?
Time is looking down to us from the top of an atomic clock,
As nature puts our lives into perspective.  

Time makes us dream,
Every new year we are wearing our wishbone,
As a promise of good luck.
No matter how it cracks,
we should consider ourselves lucky,
Another year…..more to do, more to feel!  

To everyone who is pursuing their dreams: keep going!
The opportunities are endless,
Time organizes the universe into an ordered series of moments,
But the moments are your own.
Wish, hope, do!
May you find pleasure and good things everywhere, 
and may every moment make you smile.

I’m listening with my dad to The Vienna New Year’s Concert (Neujahrskonzert der Wiener Philharmoniker). It makes me so happy! Peace and love to all of you ….

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Lost and found

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by Andrada Costoiu

Everything has its time and place,
We met, we feel in love and parted ways,
We got lost in the cultures of many different places.  

I often asked myself,
How many lovers did I encounter all these years,
And YET, I still ask for you in the form of someone else’s?

 As unfair as a hurricane, 
Life happens, 
You can’t plan …
The universe always prevails.   

But the HOPE always exists.
The time measured in the heart, 
Is not the same as days, months and years,
Maybe my heart had a hangover,
Because it feels like just yesterday I was with you.   

The GPS says, “Your destination is on the right”
The voice that only gave me directions for so long,
Sounds now like a whispered confession,
That ignites a fire and sends shivers down my spine.

I always knew,
That we still have mountains to move and tides to turn,
Together…..

 An open door, you’re smiling.
What is love….
But a tale of desire, courage and strength?
What is love….
But a grandiose tale about power, madness and a dozen of other things?  

What is felt inside your heart is the only strong force that will guide your life.
From the million screaming thoughts that always crossed my mind,
The one “ together with you” has never left me,
In the end we are all reminded
That love…
Will always bring us back where we belong,
And I belong with you.

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Modern “Swan Lake”

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by Andrada Costoiu

Red roses and denim jeans,
I see your eyes when I close mines,
Me, standing at the top of the stairs,
Waiting,
To say hello to you again…

This morning I Googled the distance between us,
Thousands of miles….  

Sometimes I look at the space and the time zones that separate us,
with playful, architectural choreography.
 I imagine myself in pointe shoes,
In painful and visible effort trying to cross the space between us.
I’d do anything for our love…

I think this season’s “Swan Lake” is harder than before, 
I dance, if you’d be close you’ll see the sweat and hear my breathing.
  But I wont resign, 
Our Odile is the distance and I wont let “her” tear us apart.

Day and night, wild dance,
Forever hopeful instead of lost,
I’m embracing the future. 
Written words are our powerful lifeline,
I patch the distance with photographs and snippets of our everyday lives,
Sometimes I just send you kisses poured out of ink from a bleeding pen.

The black swan will not win this time, 
In spite of her efforts.
Although the distance is dizzying,
Thousands of miles don’t matter for the heart.
Tomorrow is another day,
And everyday that passes brings me closer to the moment
Of me, standing at the top of the stairs,
And you…
In denim jeans and with red roses,
Saying hello to me …once again.

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