instead of space

why can't I just give space 

take space 

make space inbetween? 

why can't I just build space 

out of this strange feeling 

I have? 

Why instead of space 

I miss shared thoughts?

Why instead of distance

I long for the inflexiones of a voice, 

when you really care about 

something you talk about? 

Why I know space is good, is need it and clearly wanted,

but I miss the way you smile with your eyes 

and in space this is not visible. 

Why there is so much space in my heart 

to care so deep and different? 

rebel boundaries

I should not rebel as I do

Boundaries manifesting

as all boundaries raised they need to be respected. 

sunset look

A bit happier 

when I see you. 

As seeing a sunset 

behind the mountains. 

the moment you take with you 

further in the week

the wonder of the day 

the quiet memory of light's end.  

the one that puts a question mark in your soul. 

the one that shares a light 

behind the mountains 

on a Tuesday afternoon. 

lumi concatenate

intre stare si conversatie 

intre condei si saci de beton 

intre imaginabil si sterotip

stau concentrate lumi de hartie 

lumi ce la primul suflu al vantului

de primavara 

zboara, ca puful de papadie 

in varful altor lumi 

paraziti stagiari 

intre fisurile acelor lumi 

se strecoara si se adapa din fantana sufletelor inceputului de veac. 

intre suflet si minte 

intre pui de pisica si pisici tarcate

intre soc anafilactic si alergii de contact 

lumile chiar si acolo 

se sustrag de la orice mijloc echidistant. 

world view

You have the potential to make the world run deeper inside.

Make patience your ally and enjoy the ride

 

ace sentimentale

bunica avea o cutie de bijuterii 

dar n-am vazut-o niciodata purtand bijuterii 

rareori o cruciulita de aur saruta, dar o punea la loc, intr-un sertar inchis cu lacat. 

ii daduse mai demult mamei un ochi dedeochi albastru, pe care il purtase si ea, tanara fiind. 

in cutia de bijuterii tinea doar ace si ate. 

Atele ii tot zburau din mana bunicii, iar acele se ridau in timp de lacrimi, de neputinta, de tremurici, de durerea din ochii albastri si mari. 

in cutie, bunica isi arunca cate un gand, cate o emotie si cate o impletitura de paine dospita in casa. 

cand a murit bunica, mama a luat cutia. 

A impachetat-o si a uitat-o in pod. 

Cand m-am mutat un lucru am luat din podul mamei. 

Cutia bunicii.  

Plina de ace sentimentale. 

node of friendship

the node that trembled 

in your presence is unfolded