4th feather

behind that door 

desire 

a warmth to follow 

a young love

a kiss, an amazing soft, but passionate kiss 

moon

missing you 

like the moon misses the sun 

third feather

on your chest i will always draw a door 

near that door a moon shaped window

near that window a small heart 

only you can connect the dots 

with my feather. 

a 2 a pana

am o pana 

e pana lui Vlad cel ce tinea Tara Romaneasca 

in tepe si in lupte 

e pana ce a lasat in urma testamente 

in unele seri o inmoi in trecatoare 

sentimente 

in unele seri in prosseco si in stari nemuritoare 

am o pana pe care as plimba-o pe umerii tai

cu care as scrie istorie de ieri 

am o pana pe care o misc greu 

se misca o data cu sufletul tau. 

gol

Le-am incercat pe ambele. 

ne scris

ne gandit 

Ma golesc. 

Nu inteleg cum si de ce. 

Nu inteleg cum de nu simt furie.  

As vrea sa am o furie in buzunar, pe care sa o scot si pe care sa mi-o impun. 

Si totusi eu simt cu totul altceva. 

Opus furiei. 

jasmin

my body smells of jasmin 

in the afternoon rain

the layers of my soul 

have no smell 

only texture 

hard like my arms

and soft like my tummy 

the layers of my soul are infinite

each layer with its own power and virtue

and lack of it

and each layer is longing for

a specific soul with other infinite layers that have no smell, only texture. 

my imagination

the rational arguments 

the lack of reaction

the empty space 

all points out to a fictional connection

can not miss something that was not there

on the contrary. 

(if) my imagination 

it did damage much more than it was ever allowed. 

it took something from me.