Strange World

               

          

      We're living in a world that's strange

      And full of wonders to be seen

      From Macchu Picchu to Stonehenge

      Our planet is a splendid scene.

      We yearn to travel and explore

      The deepest and most hidden sites

      We'd never stop cause we want more

      To go further and reach new heights.

       If only we could leave behind

       The things that burden our lives

       Pollution, war, stress, daily grind

       Ignore then, lock them in archives!

      We would be then careless and free

      To wander towards distant lands 

      And full of joy our days would be

      To have fun and shake our hands!

     

Hiking On The Hills

 

            

           

       The dark autumn shows its face

       Winter will soon take its place

        So much time to spend inside

        Short days, long nights to abide.

       Yet, not even a cold, gloomy day

       Can take my great mood away

       When I go out on the hills

        For a journey full of thrills.

        Hiking on a dusty trail

        Among bushes, thorns and hail

        I move at a steady pace

        Till I find an open space.

       I have reached the awesome top

       So I can relax and stop

       Take a long look at the sight

       That will fill my soul with light.

       On a vast plateau I stand

        It's all I've hoped and planned

        Splendour everywhere I see

        On the hilltop I feel free!

     

Radio Was Priceless for Me in the Eighties

 

Many years ago, in the eighties, the radio played a significant part in my life because it represented the main way to find out what was happening in the world. The television and the press at that time were completely obedient to the ruling political party, and in fact the only one which existed in my country, the Communist Party, so for many people the only solution to get real news from the West was to try to listen to radio stations like Radio Free Europe or the Voice of America, which had programs in the Romanian language.

For me as a child, those radio stations represented a glimmer of hope in a bleak reality, and although the communist authorities did their best to prevent the radio waves from reaching the houses of Romanian citizens, they often failed in that respect. Almost every evening we used to listen to those radio stations from the world instead of watching the boring two-hour TV programs of the national television which glorified the communist regime and its unique ruler.

Those times are now history, and so are the radio days for me. Now, when access to information is no further than a click away, the classical radio has lost its significance for me. Of course, there are lots of stations I could listen to on the Internet, but the radio as a whole no longer has that extremely high value of being my window to the so-called free world. Nevertheless, I will always keep in mind its golden days and acknowledge the paramount importance it used to have for me.

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