This section of the site has been incorporated out of overwhelming parental love. Thus, Amalia, my dear, my poetry lives within the boundaries of the Romanian language. One day they might be broken, you may say; however, they were driven by how the words in Romanian were woven somewhere in my brain. This being said, if you will ever be curious to understand what the heck “tatty” is doing in the basement after you go to bed, PLEASE learn some Romanian!