Pretty is how she looks,
And passionate of books.
This girl is nothing like you ever met,
Rare and sweet like a latin alphabet.
Inteligent she is,
Caring too.
I think she is allergic to pine, a radical sign.
And her name is the first letter of each line.

PS : Dedicated to someone who wonders if I’m writing about her.
I am.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

Excusez moi mademoiselle,
J'espionnais votre compte d'instagram et j'ai regardé toutes vos images,
Parce que votre apparence peut mettre des modèles hors entreprise si vous décidez de poursuivre la mode,
J'ai une théorie sur vos origines et j'aimerais partager cela avec vous,
Vos parents doivent être profondément amoureux quand ils vous ont donné naissance parce que c'est la seule explication que je puisse imaginer,
Vous êtes ridiculement belles, êtes-vous sûr d'être une femme et pas une déesse?


Haha. Je suis sûr que vous avez entendu de meilleurs compliments, mais ma chérie est sincère,
Je peux voir que vous êtes une femme amoureuse d'elle-même et que les gens vous envient pour cette réalisation,
Peut-être que certaines personnes pensent que vous êtes détestabile, mais je pense que vous êtes admirable,
Je me demande ce que les gars doivent faire pour passer du temps autour de vous parce que le chocolat noir, les roses bleues et les conversations douces ne sont pas assez bonnes pour une femme comme vous.

Vous mettez-vous une robe rouge la nuit et dansez-vous au clair de lune? Parce que vous avez l'air charmant tous les matins entre-temps, le reste d'entre nous est encore désordonné,
Je n'ai jamais essayé de cocaïne, mais je suis plutôt sûr que vous avez le goût de vous,
C'était censé être un compliment, alors j'espère que tu peux sourire,
Je suis athée mais Dieu vous bénit coiffeur parce que j'adore vraiment votre coiffure.
Lorsque vous mettez votre rouge à lèvres, vous avez l'air si beau que cela fait la grande faucheuse pour vous éviter tous les jours.

Je sais que nous ne nous connaissons pas et c'est tout à fait ma faute,
Peut-être la peur du rejet m'a-t-elle pris dans la tête et maintenant ça me rend timide comme une petite souris,
J'admet! Je suis passionnément curieux de vous et il me tue doucement ne vous connait pas,
Bien que vous sachiez quelle opportunité amusante pourrait être?
Pour moi de prendre une centaine de photos de vous, car c'est ce que font les photographes,
Et cela me donne beaucoup de chances de vous admirer,
Je sais que ce poème stupide n'a pas de rime, mais même si, j'espère que je vous ai fait rire pendant un moment et que tout ira bien.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

My grandmother was married by the communist party. Yes, don’t be surprised. Comrade Soare insisted: comrade Alexandru is a promising man, he knows the right direction for the world to go. Grandma wasn’t convinced, but the party insisted, it was her duty.  They lived in a city where every street had a dark end. Women were not allowed to have silence between their legs. Only arms filled with zest. My father married my mother for the garden. For the apple trees, peach trees, cherry trees, for daffodils, roses, for the raspberry. Their minds colonized,  the right to think abolished. The right to feel obscured. Politics of desire mystified. The wind had ears. But they were proud, they were tall, they looked the other way. They carried history in their teeth without laughter. I came along as an unfinished story. The debris of time filled my mother’s womb. It was never mine. They gave me the demand of truth: touch feels good. A living soul is necessary. Thinking is vital. Community is air.  We need each other.
One day I knew, how it happens. My blood started flowing with cataclysmic power.  This is not the time for Hollywood love stories,  but honest touching. You spin my mind, and I keep dancing.  I carry your body in my silences just for the sake of the world.  I had to cry. Passion is terrifying. You suddenly don’t recognize the meaning of crossroads. The world gets swept away.  I feel like shouting at the speed of the world decomposing. You make me laugh.  What if love is a tyrant?  There is emptiness hidden in the seed of desire. I had to learn from tears, from disembodied words.  I have to learn again the meaning of freedom. Who knows what is this everything that matters?

One look into your brown eyes,
And all of a sudden my senses have been compromised,
Honey I think I've been hypnotised.
So what do you say ? I think it's time
For you and I to get to the next phase,
Because I am really tired to play this taunting game,
So let me spoil you with some romance for a change.

Let's catch up and play some darts and later we can pour love in our hearts,
I will take you to a more intimate place where we can finally get physical,
Because we already know each others mentally,
First we can drink some red wine at a hotel bar,
Then I am gonna rock your body and blow your mind,
Or we can just do it right here in the back of my car,
Baby on this night I wanna magnify all the things that you like.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

You take off some of your clothes,
Just for me,
Even if its cold outside,
I would like to think I am that hot,
And when you weren't ready for a shot,
I stole unique moments from you,
Then carefully storage and made them mine forever,
When I get distracted by your honest beauty,
You chewing my gum, stolen from my own pockets.
**** you!
Little thief,
When you're a mess,
I am there as a witness.
When you're about to cry,
I am ready to strike.
What am I?

- A photographer :)

PS: Based on a true story. My sarcastic friend would say the correct answer is; A stalker
I love her sense of humor. We're such a match.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

I built a wall around me,just to be safe.
Never let anyone to get too close.
Some people manage to break it,
Now they are forever in my heart.
I love kids, I think the little ones are adorable,
Yet I don’t wanna have any.
I appreciate women,
Though I rarely show it.
I like Romantic,
but I rejected it,
when it comes my way.
Music inspires me,
Poetry does too,art is beautiful.
Johnny Cash,Taylor Swift are some of my favorites,
They are both great playing with guitars.
I like to read in quiet,books are amazing,
Romance and Classics, definitely!
I like being alone,
Yet I am dying for a little company,
The right one.
Little gestures creates magic,
And makes time elapse slower.
Don’t believe me ?
Have her palm and play with it.
Stars are dazzling,
Moon is gorgeous,
It always reminds me of someone.
So mysterious,bright and pretty,
And so so far away…
She asked me if I know,
In every year,
Moon it's moving,
Inches away from the Earth,
She was right about that,
Thats why she hated this metaphore,
Now we are forever apart,
The more we get in touch,
The more we loose touch.
Photography,God I love to take pictures!
But never wanted to be seen in any of them,
To seize the moment,
That’s why I’ve got a camera.
I love to take shots of things,
And the people I adore.
Pictures will live forever,
And will last longer than us.
The best thing about a picture,
Is that it never changes,
Even when the people in it do.
I don’t believe in God,
But I hold on into hope.
I love hats, I have just one,
One I have shared it with a dear friend,
I have to admit,it suits perfect  both of our heads.
I dream a lot,about everything,
Tomorrow maybe it will be about you.
You’ll never know.
Reality is not always so nice.
But we get through.
So I love running,
I have a bad heart condition,
But that doesn’t stop me,
I feel more alive when I run.
One day I will go to Paris,
Now I am just imagining it in my head
As I am drawning  it on my paper.
Some drink beers, others drink coffee,
Me ? I am just enjoying a cup of warm tea.
I remember Oscar Wilde once said ;
“Women are meant to be loved not understood”
I disagree with that,
They can be understood,
If we would just listen,
Instead,we put our suits on “Mr. Solves Everything”
And we come up with solutions,lots of them
When a woman all she really wants is a hug,
And perhaps to be heard.
We shall listen to understand,not to respond.
I dont know much about love,I honestly don’t
But I do know this ; Love them as human beings,
And not as some kind of throphy or some object.
She is a treasure which can be easily lost,
If not treated her right,
Be kind and gentle,
Who cares if a woman is running late,
If she is wearing red lipstick,
Just for you.
She is delicate and soft,
Just for you.
Appreciate her,
Cherish her,
Or someone else will.
Men are cold by nature,
Until women melt their hearts out.
We ignore the ones who like us,
We like the ones who ignore us,
We Love the ones who hurt us
And We hurt the ones that love us
We are stupid that way,
So am I writing this cheap poem.
We are still learning things,
You are learning how to love
And I am still learning to write.
Writing is like having ***,
First you do it for love,
Then you do it for your lover,
And then you do it for money.
I am a writer,anything you say or do,
May be used in a story.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©
29 Noiembrie 2015

Stasis, but
              without death
out of the flower, fruit
grows deliberately
you shroud your hearing with
              the rustle
of the poplar practiced at being
               alone

fog like thinly sifting
              sand
hills rolling round and round
               as in a plasma
your other face which, in your departure,
                you forget

the woodpecker
pecks at the house
     of the ancient children

Aura Musat
*translated by Adam J Sorkin and Alexandru Pascu

They come and go like the ocean waves,
And she knows best not to trust just a pretty face,
Cause super girls doesn't have time to waste.

Boys offered her the world but she said a super girl has her own,
She couldn't care less because she was happy with her friends.

I pushed her away from me and told her that I couldn't stay,
She told me that she would always find a way,
You can't hide because a super girl can always fly.

Then she says I know how hard you try to make a super girl smile,
But it's okay as long I've got you by my side,
I know everything will be alright.

Believe me when I say,
This super girl can cure any ****** day,
And her super power is to love you at your worst.

Her eyes are so red but she told me not to worry,
Because even a super girl sometimes cries,
All she wants it's a hug and she will be just fine.

With one glance into my eyes,
She could make me always change my mind,
Yeah! she is that one of a kind.

She fought for me when no one else would,
Because is what super girls do,
I feel so lucky that she is my friend...
My super friend!

You know,
She doesn't have a perfect body but she has a perfect soul,
I would let go to my ego for her,
Because she is my super super girl.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

I caught myself staring at your picture,
Then l lie to myself that it won't happen again,
For your beauty I wish there was some kind of a switcher,
So I can turn you off every time you turn me on,
Because you're a gorgeous woman and you got me under your spell.

**** it I really do miss your softly voice,
So I am scrolling through my phone's agenda untill I see your name,
Calling you should've been an easy choise,
On a second thoughts, I let my ego to torn us apart,
I am really ashamed of the man I have become.

I am ignoring you but I can't stop thinking about you,
Yeah it's such a cliche but darling it's true,
I sang a duet with Rihanna 'bout "where have you been"
I am still looking for you in every woman I meet,
And yet nobody can replace the adorable you.

I like you like a little boy love his wonderful toys,
When we get together I feel enormous rejoice,
Spending time with you is something I do enjoy,
Now that you're a little older we can get drunk with a bottle of red wine,
We can have lots of fun cause' we will never be this young,
Needles to say,don't tell your mom about this or I'll get my *** kicked.

I felt your absence more than a hundred times,
It is like waking up one day with no teeth in my mouth.,
I wouldn't have to run to the mirror to know they were gone,
We both pretend that we are just fine,
Truth is we haven't been friends for quite some time.

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

Oh bebe i see trouble on the way,
But we are the rebels with young hearts
Who are not scared to go out tonight and  make a fuss about us,
We are lovers at first sight dancing in the pale moonlight,
They call us Beauty and the Beast because we are such a good match,
Others are suspicious saying what's the catch?
We are like fire&gasoline and together we shine like gold,
You are the garden & I am the gardener whose hands are never too old,
To take care of your thorns my one&only red rose.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

Excuse me Miss,
I was creeping a little on your instagram and I kind of looked at all of your pictures,
Because the way you look can put models out of business if you decide to pursue fashion,
I have a theory about your origins and I would like to share that with you,
Your parents must have been deeply in love when they gave you birth because this is the only explanation I can think of,
You’re ridiculously beautiful, are you sure of being a woman and not a goddess?

Haha! I am sure you've heard better compliments but darling mine are sincere,
I can see you’re a woman in love with herself and people envy you for this achivement,
Maybe some people even think you're detestabile but I just think you're admirable,
I wonder what guys must do to get to spend time around you because dark chocolate, blue roses and sweet talk ain't good enough for a woman like you.

Do you put a red dress on you at night and dance in the pale moonlight ? Because you look lovely in every morning meanwhile the rest of us are still messy,
I have never tried *******, but I'm pretty sure it has the taste of you,
It was meant to be a compliment, so I hope you can smile,
I am an atheist but God bless you hairdresser because I really love your hairstyle.
When you put on your lipstick, you look so beautiful that it makes the grim reaper to avoid you everyday.

I know we don’t know each others and that's entirely my fault,
Perhaps fear of rejection got into my head and  now it makes me shy like a little mouse,
I  admit! I am passionately curious about you and its killing me softly not know you,
Although You know what fun opportunity could be ?
For me to take hundred of pictures of you, because is what photographers do,
And it gives me plenty of chances to admire you,
I know this silly poem has no rhyme but even so, I hope I made you laugh for a while and then everything will be fine.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

In your presence my brain starts to froze,
I feel like a TV with a remote control,
One thing I know for sure,
You're the only one who can open my doors,
Because I am emotionally yours.

To be friends with you feels so cruel,
Love seems to be such a powerful tool,
But I just wanna keep you in the loup,
So here is the ugly truth;
People are crazy and times are strange,
I used to care, but things have changed.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©