My dear friends, I must admit
That everyday I have this fit
Sometimes of laughter, sometimes of rage,
Which seems quite normal...at my age.

But no.
This happy madness that stroke me,
The same way lightning strikes a bee,
Is not at all, dear friends, you see,
The first stage of senility!

"This must be love, you, lucky bastard!",
Advanced, one day, a friend, who's keen as mustard.

How could he know? How could he guess?
That secret love had done this mess?!?

But, somewhere, deep inside of me,
I always knew this was my destiny.

Then suddenly love DID hit me
With all its might, with all its fury.

And now I keep on asking "Why?Why? Why
Am I tormented like Madama Butterfly?"
Why do I think of him, like...all the time?
And feel like dedicating him this rhyme?

My dear friends, up to this day,
I haven't found a cure for my dismay.

Should you know why "I'm yours forever"
Goes so well with "Let's be together"
Please write me back, here's my address
Let's put an end to this whole mess!!

AdinaG este din Bucuresti, lucreaza ca account exec intr-o agentie de publicitate si, nu in ultimul rand, este Pe Tocuri. I-a luat o ora jumate sa scrie poezia, pe care a inceput-o la miezul noptii de vineri spre sambata…  cu o zi inainte de Valentine’s Day. Cine e the lucky bastard din viata ei? Asta e un mister. Varsta ei? E un mister si ea, bineinteles. Probabil it’s quite normal…at her age.:) Am aflat insa ca ii plac mult culorile (in special rosu si portocaliu), ii place sa calatoreasca, sa se dea cu rolele, ii place advertisingul, ii plac emisiunile de pe M6 si fructele de vara, ii place sa mearga la concerte de muzica misto. Sper ca albumele pe care le-a primit drept premiu sa fie pe gustul ei.

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