I wish my name to be engraved …

Not in stone but in the hearts of men,

The souls of those creatures that I know

And those that will soon come to be.

I wish my name to be remembered,

Not with fear but with love.

By those that do not know me,

And those who know who I was.

I wish my name to be spoken.

Not in shouts but whispers…

By those who abandon their names,

And look for another mirror.

My name cannot be spoken,

Nor write, babbled or remembered.

My name is empty and forbidden,

My name is yours, but you have forgotten.



Alexandra Ciausescu

Writer with the soul of a poet. I'm trying not to take myself too serious. Deeply grateful that I can share my thoughts & emotions with you.