shadows

inside a woman 

a man resides 

her ideal masculine self 

it is towards him 

letters were written 

from 12 to 15 of age

it is towards this man, usually strong and beautiful, smart and kind 

her dreams have opened up like flowers in spring 

and she carries this image with her 

sometimes all her years 

sometimes if she is lucky 

up to the moment she feels reality will never be a dream 

and should never be one. 

reality is messy as a real man and a woman are, 

but she has the force inside to still smile at that dream, of that little girl. 

independent woman

the cost of being an independent woman

you loose the dependant 

you loose the woman who needs to depend 

you loose the masculine outside your soul 

and you tend to build a masculine inside your body, somewhere to the left of what is your heart. 

the cost is too high 

but the risks of not being independent

history shows is too deep 

for a women that can get in need

for independency. 

dragon pe un umar gol

dragoni zboara din calcule matematice 

dragoni scot flacari si se arunca peste artificii complicate

un singur dragon isi gaseste linistea pe umarul meu gol, alb si plin 

se agata cu ghearele de breteaua sutienului aramiu cu flori de camp si se aduna acolo cu toata fiinta lui

acolo la umbra claviculei usor proeminente 

unde are un ceas sa doarma, sa se gaseasca, sa se adune in el focul nesfarsit

atata timp cat umarul meu gol il primeste

ca si cum l-ar fi asteptat 

demult.

Ash near your cheeks

It is near you that my thoughts run, 

somewhere near your right lobe 

or near your cheeks 

sometimes they collide with your skin 

but it is just ash, as thoughts not encountered turn to ash. 

As they should.

Iasi

Seeing Iasi through your eyes 

seeing it again in a festival of colors

Seeing Iasi through your eyes would be a journey I would partake.

your soul on the table

when you look at me,

as you did today 

my determination,

my distance fade

when you look at me 

with your soul on the table 

or maybe again it is just

how I feel it,

that something that resides somewhere in between the lines

comes closer 

to my reality, 

to my body and to my soul. 

your beautiful mind

sometimes I just see your mind 

and it is beautiful. It is one of the smartest minds I have ever encountered. 

sometimes I feel your heart 

and it is huge and it is somehow naive 

sometimes I wonder how others see you 

and why your first instinct is to sit in a different table then your own. 

sometimes I wonder what is it you are looking  for.