vertij

Picioarele mele au vertij, un tip de alunecare in infinitul picioarelor. Picioarelr mele dansante, te cauta. Te gasesc prea din scurt. Te investigheaza prea peste mana si te scufunda intr-un vis trecator. 

pliurile sufletului meu

initialele tale pe perna sufletului meu, in spatele urechii ascultand radio chill si chestionand sunetele prea ample ale pliurilor care se chinuie sa se vindece de prezenta ta.

solitude

kissed by the afternoon sun, in the absence of love, there is a sadness that glows in the dark. The gren light of the thousand thoughts that were killed in the process, the argument of the soil that makes the earth turn round and round.  No other feelings than the one of solitude remains. 

living inside

your voice lives in my head. 

your eyes live in my stomach. 

your presence is near my eyes in the little muscle in between my eyes.

And I keep trying to find a door to send them outside my being. 

late

Late to my last thought of the day. Late to the little things life can bring. Late to my dreams painted in blue and green. Later in life, somewhere in the dark, in-between the 2 and 3 of night, I give my sleep to the earth that never sleeps.    

social self

my arms are small. ny feet are small. my passion is a giant disguised in a midget. Your presence, your awaiting presence in my mind numbs the other senses. It makes me without numbers, without judgement. It makes me different vs whom I used to be. The reality we build in our minds vs the real social selfs. In awaiting moments. 

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.