Georgiana BularcaHome on the InsideHome is a song from the old records Cinnamon dust on a warm apple pie Snow shelter for high altitude feelings A blanket made of…Sep 7Sep 7
Georgiana BularcaHome on the OutsideHome is a math and chemistry equation Hide-and-seek on uninhabited Venus A busy bus station for jobless thoughts Introspection folded in…Sep 7Sep 7
Georgiana BularcaGiveawayWhat to do with music, art, poetry Blankets, raindrops and candles Windows, flowers, hot coffee mugs Books, diaries and secret confessions…Sep 3Sep 3
Georgiana BularcaIf Not NowIf I stop the illusion of time running I can feel life’s appetite for survival Every birth, rare destiny and hope Everyman’s pulse loud in…Aug 29Aug 29
Georgiana BularcaConnectionThis is a vulnerable piece of writing that I’m embarking myself in; a foreplay of thoughts and feelings, of how they physically inhabit my…Aug 29Aug 29
Georgiana BularcaAbout That SmileSmile thieves trade emotions for rationality They trick you into thinking logically:Aug 29Aug 29
Georgiana BularcaA SecretWhose breath owns the wind’s? Who caresses velvet valleys? Who lifts up the butterflies? Who travels on bird wings? Who plays with the…Aug 29Aug 29
Georgiana BularcaLove in My World- How do you draw a map of your desires when you could do or have anything?Jul 28Jul 28
