liniile destinului

 linii in spatiu. linii de dantela impletite cu mii de posibilitati, cu mii de conversatii si cu iluzia unei coloane a infinitului strans inradacinata in vointa ta, in ceea ce presupun, in ceea ce nu las sa se inteleaga, in ceea ce se stinge si se aprinde in mine. Linii ce ar putea sa fie, linii ce se sting in vise de zi.

dor

 fanta sufletului tau se cutremura intre stele de vara si miscari de dans, haotice piese de lego destelenite dintr-o minte prea Lunga, prea strajnica si prea departe de tot ceea ce portiunile de jad ale sufletului meu pot cuprinde. Se scufunda starea de ieri in necuvant. Se scufunda intre lumina si sporii violet ai lipsei prezentei. Se lichefiaza umbra nemiscata, incastrata in pietrele de jad si ramane in lipsa ta un dor de care vreau sa ma scutur. Un dor pe care il recunosc in verde si albastru si un gri uneori, in ceata noptii. Un dor de care ma lepad mereu si peste care lacrimile-mi ingheata, pentru ca dimineata sa imi ia foc iar pe obraji, dor.

Ma lepad si cu cat ma lepad mai dor se face tot.

burned evidence

Panic button for some kind of connection, linked with some kind of disconnected feelings. My soul has burned all the evidence.  My crying finished the walls inside. There is a fantasy that will never be, that I already miss. 

Quiet steps

Looking for your presence in every little  mirror of the paradise of non toxic arguments for a better kind of being. Looking for your presence in every corner of my heart, as you steal the pieces that pour the softness in my quiet moments, when it is just me in a mirror, that gets changed every now and again with the little steps of a child that runs up and down my mind. 

A younger version of the implacable, unsoftened and unrully manner of the self, younger self.  

So I need to stop looking for you. I need to stop wishing and to stop talking. I need to just move on the story above the way that your presence and absence is felt inside my eyes, somewhere in between those little feet that dance to make a fire. A fire to quiet my heart. 

falling off the spoken word

I climb up in the woods of words unspoken. I notice the little glass of water that needs to be their light dinner. It is in the glass I wonder for a century of slow seconds and dust. It is a word unspoken that transcends the glass, the ceiling, the little corners of the woods universe. The word I have fallen from so many times. Desire. 

hide

hide between the lines. Between the fall lines. hide in the armour of corporate wording. Hide between my arms. Incorporated in ashes and pinching my scarf. hiding. 

Talpi de foc

Ma ard talpile, imi lumineaza pieptul, creez lumi paralele, se limiteaza cuvantul la a fi si la a face. Imi ard pleoapele la ganduri sterse de vant si ma rup de tot ce e rosu si crud. Ma lepad si ma incred. Mi-e frica si strig.