If you want to feel my heart… I was wearing a black shirt

Posted by Mihaela Lica as Personal

I’m a Latina – here, I said it. I was born in Romania, from Romanian parents, a Latin legacy that burns like a flame in my heart since the day I finally understood that poetry was first written by love…

I am, and I breathe passion, and I am blessed to have a soul to respond like a thunder. But before this… I was wearing a black shirt, I had a black heart. It feels good to have light now, but the past, well… sometimes the past, comes to haunt me. And I had to share this: we shall never forget what gave us roots, what thought us to be, what made us understand… We shall never forget that we once had a bleeding heart, and a black shirt. Thank God we can sometimes strip off the past.

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3 Responses

Bryan

November 13th, 2009 at 11:30 am
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Lovely one!!!!I liked it a lot…
Bill

November 26th, 2009 at 2:22 am
2

Wonderful words and an enjoyable vid!
Anna Michaels

December 15th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
3

Have you read the Poems by Pablo Neruda.

And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

Likewise, Let the poetry touches you deep inside your heart and showers from your fingers.