Un singur nume vreau,
De şters nu se lasă    
Eu ce să fac cu a mea viată

Nu am drum să caut
Doar îngenuncheat respir.
Am două noduri
Şi nu se dezleagă.

Când îmi spun inima pe nume, în cuvinte,
şterse, oarbe,
fără-asemănare cu tot vreri.
Ma doare dorul ce s-a dus,
Şi dorul ce te vrea nespus.

30 Martie                 

         

Option

Si

look

i want myself to maintain

well, I will just begin with what i know

L

looking for

poetry is how i cope with pain

Orice as face nu se stinge
e fumul prea puternic
si parca urla a chemare
caci vrea-napoi.

dar ce sa fac cu el,
cu noi.
ma doare ultima-ncercare
ce n-a venit inca; e secunda urmatoare

Only I know my
long hours
only i -know my spine

i have little bruises mostly
only i now about
and i ask my angel in disguise-
down at night-
into blankets myself being folded-
why is your touch
so cold
and out of touch?

I miss you like the pulse of life
And I love you in that pulse of life.

I need the warmth of your skin,
your presence to touch,
to hold on to,
to touch the nape of your neck,
to be alive.

I am your atom.
I am you, for now

and as the night unfolds
i run out of things to hold,
(of) unspoken things rarely said alone to myself

and i ask of you.
And it's so much to ask and so little.
Everything could be done with one gesture

but it's not

2am contact

My head is spinning with lonesomeness
i try my best in sleep to drank the sorrow away
but i don't do that;

i have so much to take care
of
that i forget
i love you to my best.
And I don't sleep,
And I don't live
I go by
So airly..

I miss you.                              

Sibiu this weekend plus one picture from rainy timisoara last week

NU STĂ

There's nothing as perfect as a feeling

Sunt ca un vultur melancolic Scutit de prefacatorii; Pierdut in ochii sai Caci am lant in jurul gatului tau

Sunt ca un vultur melancolic

Scutit de prefacatorii;

Pierdut in ochii sai

Caci am lant in jurul gatului tau

perception