Calatorii in pragul diminetii

In Pragul diminetii, m-as preface intr-o pasare sa zbor spre linia infinitului, care ma cheama. Ghinion ca nu imi plac pasarile. Sunt prea aerodinamice pentru gustul meu, imperfect si verde. 

In Pragul diminetii mi-as lua ski-urile si mi-as da drumul de pe un deal al tineretii, sa traiesc fiorul nebun al adrenalinei contextuale. 

In pragul diminetii m-as reduce la un vanticel tomnatic si as zburda pe strazile laturalnice ale celui mai rau famat cartier si as cauta o fetita cu parul tuns scurt pe o bicicleta, mult mai mare decat ea, dar mandra posesoare de vehicul de copii mari. As prinde un viraj la dreapta si as zdruncina'o putin. Iar ea ar rade. 

Si rasul ala l-as recupera si pastra in pragul diminetii. 

La feminin

In par imi port cuvintele ca pe niste stele  aurii.

nestatornice suvite blonde se impletesc cu iarba sub care cresc stelutele din spatele caii lactee. 

Stele de toate formele si de toate culorile imi danseaza la radacini, un dans al femininului, un dans din buric, folosindu-se de un buric de imprumut, un buric cazut la nasterea universului fix din centrul pamantului. 

Big Bang. 

Sau miscarea din maini a unui Dumnezeu absent. 

acceptance

swored in to a life together

best in parenthood 

lacking to see each other

growing apart

 I get to fill this room with presence and for now this is acceptable. 

acceptance is the only way to go on for a while. 

connection

Unexplained and unexpected my soul is linked to yours, a monologue that 

senses a closeness I need to surrender to and to keep away from.  

Recognize the lights, the gentleness, the fire and the tough edges, the power, the guidance, the softness, and sometimes the tremble of your soul. 

As something I have always known. And I am vulnerable. 

Vulnerable enough to give space to my soul to burn if it needs burning, to ignite, to light my world with fire for no finality than the one inside my soul.

And pray to a God I loose every day - show me the path to accept and to walk the best walk I know- the one of knowledge and love and faith.

turcoaz

Turcoaz feelings 

wrapped in a cosy aztecs blanket 

feelings of letting go of what clowds my judgement

feelings of freedom and of acceptance.

The black ink that touched the ground and it made my turcoaz feelings drown in the moving sands of an uncertain future. 

Turcoaz soul sometimes hurts.

poarta dintre lumi

Deschid Portile si alerg pana la fantana. Ma arunc in ea si mai ca ma lovesc de tot ceea ce am zis, ceea ce am deschis si sfarsit totodata. Ma rup de la mijloc. 

Soldurile imi plutesc deasupra celor 2 centimetrii de apa vie, iar umerii si capul s-au blocat sub apa, intr-un mucegai staruitor a tot ceea ce ar fi fost daca. Soldurile se unduiesc. 

Urechile mi se cutremura. 

Ma ridic cu greu. Imi lipesc soldurile de corp si ma catar de-a lungul fantanii. 

La poarta ma asteapta o alta lume. Lumea cuiva drag. Dau sa intru, dar de picior mi se impiedica propria-mi lume. 

No entry for another world. Un semn clar, ignorat, dar agatat pe poarta. 

Cineva imi arata piciorul drept. Zambesc spre acel punct. 

Imi mangai lumea, ca pe un terrier un pic suparat de o pisica neagra zarita de cealalta parte a portii. 

a voice from a different world

Your voice when upset

hurts my ears for it is a voice of the thousand nights of silence. 

It is the voice that keeps its dissapointment in line, but still manages to awaken a little self doubt. 

Your voice that has no rulling, but still makes me weaker at heart, 

never in spirit.