Apateu (Hungarian: Apáti) is a commune in Arad County, Romania. The commune is situated in the Crișurilor Plateau and is composed of three villages: Apateu (situated at 77 km from Arad), Berechiu (Alsóbarakony) and Moțiori. The nearest city is Ineu at 35 km. Its total administrative territory is 7610 ha.
Apateu has a humid continental climate with cold and snowy winters and hot summers.
According to the last census the population of the commune counts 3684 inhabitants. From an ethnical point of view it has the following structure: 94,8% are Romanians, 0,2% Hungarians, 4,9% Roms and 0,1% are of other or undeclared nationalities.
In the south west area and on the actual spot of the village it was founded traces from the late neolithic period, such as tools of stone like: small flat chisel, axes and fragments of poterie. In the north east it was found evidences of activities from Bronze Age, such as: 2 sickle, various jewelry and a button. The items are kept in the village museum ”Rovina”, and in County Museum of Arad. In the period of antiquity the place was lived by dacians, the region being included in the kingdom of Dacia ruled by king Burebista. Evidences like coins of silver from the period 229-59 b. Hr. was found. After the Roman occupation of the Dacia, the region remained unoccupied and unhabited of the tribes of the free dacians. The first documentary record of the locality Apateu dates back to 1219, when Apateu is mentioned in Latin as ”Vila Apati”, meaning the village of the monastery. Actually ”Apaty” derives from the basic Latin form of ”abbatus”, meaning abbot. The village belonged to a monastery. Berechiu was mentioned in documents in 1332, while Moțiori only in 1956.
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals