For someone who has never seen the ocean, You have these faraway blue, salt-of-the-earth eyes Waves have crashed in each of your irises, you can see the Aurora here and there, but it’s more like an explosion happened; My eyes are the color of sadness, I tell him They are the color of hope Before life had disappointed me How does life do that? he asks, Life simply opens one door one day and lets you think it is to throw you out in the cold My eyes are scarred with all the times life froze off one destination or another Where are you headed now? I point out at the wide strip of murky land filled with tiny houses, I point out at the wind undulating the treetops. I heard oceans don’t freeze, they don’t freeze at all.
Ioana Cristina Casapu was born in 1987 in Romania and moved to Germany to continue her work as a writer and artistic rehabilitation teacher. Ioana’s literary work, which includes fictional memoirs, short prose and poetry, carries a lot of independent ideas on dating, modern life and solitude. Her second book, Heart Beats – A Memoir Of The Millennial Generation on Social Media was published in 2019.
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