The poet is transforming the bad into the light
he îs like a magician
who transform what he touch în gold
he is like king Minas
each sufferance become gold în his hands….
Be aware that the poet have only himself and the art of magic….
All his life he transforme the dust into stars….
The hate into love
The mistakes into gifts….
He is just a magician.
Of Love…
(Gratiela Avram)
