Words of a Broken Mirror: Three Years of Blogging

I started Words of a Broken Mirror three years ago! I can hardly believe so much time has passed since then. I wrote a couple of posts in Romanian, then switched to English. It was a good way to practice and allowed more people to interract with me. And this was a great choice. Cause I met the most amazing people from all over the world. You can meet them too, just browse through my blogroll!

Last year in May, my wonderfull friend and sister by choice Trisi got a .com domain as a present on my name's day and I built a new home for WOBM over there. But as this blogger page was home to my ideas, torments, songs playing in my mind, to my happyness and sorrows, to my friends' comments for so long, I kept it going long after it went out of page rank (let's all thank Google again for their nice little algorythm).

It is however time to move on. It's impossible to keep both blogs running and provide meaningful and frequent content given my generally crazy schedule which apparently is going to stay busy for ever. I won't delete the posts or restrict visits in any way. This is where my blogger identity was born and it still is a great place to look through forgotten little thoughts and happenings.

I will keep posting on my photoblog, I won't transfer anywhere for now. So keep going back to see the Views of a Broken Mirror posted daily (at least that's what I want to achieve there).

I hope this change won't turn you into strangers and that you'll continue to drop by and see what's new on WOBM. I know I'll keep meeting amazing people over there and continue the amazing experience I've started three years ago in the blogosphere. See you all around!

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for You

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's Your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray You learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in Your heart for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give