Alina Cristea

Alina Cristea

Student of "Saint Ana" School, Galati (Romania)

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Wednesday, 01 June 2011 21:15


Can you see the sunrise in your broken mirror?

Can you see the sun tonight, can you see its color?

Its father is the fire and its mother is the sea.

It's burning souls, it's burning dreams-

And all our dusty fears...


Can you feel the heat tickling all your senses?

It brings uplifting glory in each and every smile.

It heals the wounds, it gives you joy.

And how could you forget it?


Will you be my dawn, will you be my twilight?

I feel, I see, I touch a lonely little star.

Your broken mirror shows a futuristic image

And shadows hovering tonight, and no amazing sun...

Saturday, 14 May 2011 19:01

Being a Young Poet

....Today we are writing our stories on the misty windows...

Writing is never as easy as I'd want it to be. But, also, I've never imagined that it can be so funny. Even though the name of this project can easily suggest rigidity and severity, behind it there's only freedom and the power to shape each word by using your imagination. Actually, now, the metaphors and those incredibly difficult allegories represent our second nature because every poem takes birth quickly and naturally. I really want to thank Mrs. Belogia Paraskevi because, thanks to her amazing project, I got the chance to socialize with very talented children from abroad and I also had the pleasure to cooperate with them- in fact, I believe that the Free Verse Cooperative Poems are the greatest. I also want to thank my teacher, because English has been the bridge that brought us closer to each other and it helped us in our attempt to write poetry. It also gave me the opportunity to laugh because of our partners' humor. I don't think I could have understood their poems in other circumstances. The odd thing about it is that I've always imagined greeks as very sober people...

So that's why, If I were asked again, I would not think about it so reluctantly and I would say "Definitely yes" to this wonderful opportunity .

Friday, 15 April 2011 22:07



by Alina Cristea and Thanasis Theoharis

We're drowned in painful memories and a hidden myth

As little March is flying beyond our dusty window.

I feel with you the scent of the old love forthwith;

In April's lonely river cries my dear willow.


And May takes sadly his geishas on these winding roads,

While he's hanging cherry blossoms in their lovely curls.

And echoing inside our broken dirty souls,

The steps of Spring can jump over a thousand holes.


But then June fills up my heart with joy again

and I need to fly and feel free

like a naive and carefree tiny new-born bird

that wants to expore the rest of the world


July came fast and quicky

bringing the lovely beautiful summer

that allows us to enjoy our overfilled energy

and finally exhausts us by leaving us its hot summer fever


P.S. Ok, now I'm really curious what are you, Thanasis, going to write next. Good luck, I can't wait to see this poem finished 'cause I know you're a good writer. :)

Tuesday, 22 March 2011 18:00

Beyond a soul


I heard a voice- a charming little song...

You held my hand and I could touch the sky,

At nightfall, in your eyes nothing seems wrong;

And I keep wondering, my love, is it a lie?

Sunday, 27 February 2011 21:34


Hope is white: pure like angels' wings and infinite as the sky.

It tastes like swiss chocolate on a stressful day

And it smells like lavender perfumes in a world full of dust and pain.

Hope looks like a shiny star, fallen on a broken chessboard; sharing its light and its strength.

It sounds like a divine phoenix murmuring a forgotten lullaby

And it feels like the sunrise after a long moonless night.

'Cause there's no victory without hope, there's no smile and no relief.

Monday, 31 January 2011 21:46


It is a strange dream,
Silver tears, broken wings,
Falling from the sky.

Sunday, 26 December 2010 22:44

Holy night



Bright and snowy,

Singing, praying, forgiving,

It's all about love and peace.

Santa's coming.


Monday, 20 December 2010 21:50

I am always me...


I am always generous and pensive.

I wonder if I could hold your hand tonight.

I hear a broken soul begging for mercy,

I see a tear falling on your cheek.

I want to see him happy and relieved.

I am always generous and pensive.

Thursday, 16 December 2010 09:37

Alina Cristea: Me, myself and time...

Hello. My name is Alina, but you can call me Ally. I'm 12 years old and I love piano. I'm a lively girl, shopping and music addicted and also a communicative person. I'm good at wasting time, but I often go for walks with my friends. Although I tend to be harsh towards those whom I dislike, I am usually friendly and sociable.

Well... I guess that's all for now. I'll talk to you later.

Bye! Smile

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