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Nu ti-e frica?Nu ti-e frica sa ma vezi odata pe strada?Intr-o zi ploaiasa,intr-o zi in care toti se grabesc undeva,o zi in care fiecare se gandeste la persoana cea mai draga,langa care ar sta sa asculte ploaia Si nu ti-e frica sa ma vezi si sa te opresti din respirat,sa te opresti ca sa ma privesti,sa observi fiecare linie a trupului meu,sa iti dai seama ce s-a schimbat de cand ?Nu ti-e frica sa te observ?Sa ma opresc si eu din respirat si sa ne privim,amintindu-ne ca nu mai suntem noi.Nu ti-e frica sa vezi langa mine pe un altcineva,care m-ar lua gingas de mana si m-ar duce departe de tine din nou?Nu ti-e frica de durerea pe care ar trezi-o imaginea mea linga un altcineva tinandu-ma de mana?Ploaia,eu,tu Si in jur nimeni si toti.Nu ti-e frica de dorinta de a-mi sopti te iubesc?Nu ti-e frica de ochii mei straini?Nu ti-e frica?Deloc?Ma strangi in brate Iarta-ma puiule Te iubesc
Au fost candva o inimaPriveam la geamul obosit
De tăceri străine.
Îmi răspundea cu ochii
Trecătorilor căzuţi pe gânduri.
Am încercat să zâmbesc .
Durerea gemu-semn că nu,
Încă nu se poate.
Ţăndările inimii le-am adunat
Şi am închis ochii
Şoptea în mine
Şi erai tu
Mă ţineai în braţe,
Dar nu te mai simţeam.
Îndurerată te-am atins,
dar mâna mea,
S-a prăbuşit în abisul
Unor regrete fără de rost.
M-ai sărutat absent,
Cum ar săruta marea
Un ţărm singuratic
Asemeni multor altor ţărmuri.
Întreabă-mă la ce mă gândesc,
Întreabă-mă dacă mai simt ceva
În sclipirea acelor ţăndări,
Care au fost cândva o inimă.
Ma faci sa ma simt a taMă faci să mă simt a ta.Îţi aparţin gândurile mele,respiraţia mea,trupul meu.Fă ce vrei cu mine!Fă-mă să tac când vrei tu,fă-mă să-mi pierd respiraţia în sărutările tale!Am început să te iubesc şi nu mă mai pot opri.Pentru tine renunţ la mândrie,renunţ la ceea în ce credeam înainte şi nu îmi pare rău o clipă,pentru că îmi dai în schimb o fericire cu miros de soare,cu gust amărui,de culoarea lacrimii...Te iubesc,bebe.Mi-ai zis că ai 1m80..Oricum eşti bebe atunci când te ţin în braţe.Ai o faţă de înger şi abia respir când te curpind in sărutări.M-ai salvat de fricile mele.Mi-ai dăruit lumină şi aş vrea să-ţi mulţumesc într-o zi,dar ai râde de mine...Mi-ai zis că nu eşti romantic,dar azi a
Miezul noptiiMiezul nopţii vine cu iluzii...
Atingi telefonul şi sună.
Simţi cum inima bate grăbită
Să vadă cine îţi spune "Noapte bună".
Un număr străin ca o atingere în metrou.
Un număr străin şi speri că e el.
Când auzi vocea,răspunzi politicos şi amar:
"Aţi greşit numărul..."
O baladă franceză îţi îndreaptă lacrima
În cafeaua prea amară pentru o iubire...
Povesteşte-mi despre străinii care sună
Pe ghicite şi îţi vor numele,
Că aştepţi un alt sunet
Şi uiţi să pui receptorul...
Plângi în pernă
Şi vrei un prieten care să nu întrebe nimic,
Dar e miezul nopţii şi momentul e greşit.
Ca o străină priveşti într-o cameră goală,
Iarna noastraDe fiecare data cand din cerul alb cad fulgi
Imi amintesc de doi copii ce se iubeau,
Imi amintesc cum doi copii in brate se tineau.
Si nu mai vreau sa fug.Te las pe tine.Fugi!
In iarna noastra ca in vis ma pierd
Si doi copii zambesc neinteles.
Eu iarna asta inca o iubesc
Si uneori sunt trista si mai cred.
De fiecare data cand din cerul alb cad fulgi
Imi amintesc de ce-am uitat demult.
Candva am regretat tot ce-am pierdut.
Acum nu pot fugi.Te las pe tine.Fugi!
Si daca ploaia stie cum zambesc
Cand printre lacrimi sufletul s-a scurs,
Eu am sa-i spun sa taca.Pe ascuns
Eu voi privi la doi copii ce se iubesc...
De fiecare data vor incet sa stinga
Din iarna mea copiii fulgii grei.
Si cerul se va naste-n ochii mei
In iarna cea cu zambetul de sticla...
Bitter cacaoDo you know how does it feel?
When you hold a cup of cacao in your cold hands,
When everything you need is to see him coming...
How does it feel when the thought that he may not come
Is killing you inside out?
How does it feel when you forget about the sweetness of the cacao
And feel only the bitter tears that you`ll never cry.
Do you know how does it feel
When you touch your lips
And think "They may taste like cacao"
But he won`t come to kiss you?
How does it feel when every moment is longer then your entire life?
How does it feel when you think:"If you love me,you`ll come".
Thousand times you repeat that.
How does it feel when he doesn`t come?
How does it feel when the cacao isn`t warm anymore?
How does it feel when every second is whispering"He won`t come"
But you still believe and wait and trust?
How does it feel?
Do you know how does it feel
When the cacao is the most bitter that you have ever drunk?
I know...Now i know...
I hate cacao...without you.
The Angel who can't flyShe doesn't know how to live
without the constant fight to keep her head over water
The struggle is her Safeheaven
An Eden which
her fragile feet.
She can't touch without scarring
Still she yearns for a place to belong
an Utopia for angels
But her wings are to heavy to fly
when she spreads them she can
Passing of the AngelsEverything remembered was fuel for the sparkling machine,
like the boy whose hand he held underneath the sky of India.
His pudgy grasp promised great cities, country lanes
and crowds of smiling faces.
Cupping the flower of the world inside his palm,
he breathed whispers of plans and hopes—
when the boy became a man, he made them all come true.
Ten thousand miles of ground passed under a mentor’s feet;
no dogma or ideology ever took the place of simple words:
I’ll take another step.”
There was an old river-man who had one wish:
“Please come ride my boat with me.”
So they sailed down the Minakami,
eating flavored rice balls the old man’s wife had made.
Prayer is not for asking, but for telling:
You say, “By God, there is no other option.”
The gears of the Earth move when such a sound is made.
And the machine we ride isn’t cold or hard or mindless;
it’s made of Christmas Eve and Halloween candy
and little Gold
A Dying old WomanHer skeletal remains left imprinted on the bed
bodily fluids of plasmatic yellow sugar cane
had stained through the sheets and into the frame
the vast wealth of her knowledge had been lost with age
the visage of shaking muscle tissue over bones wrapped in too much skin
was the only image imprinted on the land lord who came
he came and he knocked
and his nose hairs burned with the stench of what had remained
nothing left but empty veins
wire hair and bones saturated in dark decaying flesh
under the hot sun of a long summer day
her fingernails looked like wood chips burrowing from under the skin
her sunken yellow eyes glazed over life and sin
and anguish held from so deep inside...
it all seemed very innocent
until the grandchildren no longer came
until the siblings squabbed amongst themselves
as to who was responsible with what had remained
now there is nothing left to say
nothing left for the casket to lay open for all to see
because after the math what was left was a pile of old bones
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
MultiverseClinging desperately to reality the unknowable knows the gravity of what we do not see or perceive in this infinite sea of possibilities. Still grasping firm to discern as it yearns to learn to return to a time or place before being concerned with how to be reborn into a world it knows and is confirmed in and known in in turn. Entangled between fabrics of temporal mathematics and dogmatic moral fanatics in choral their horrible quarrel systematic in nature to cater their material god trapped static by a celestial equator in the erratic pre-protohistory of the arterial abroad of existence if not a mystery much greater, a fraud.
I think therefore I am yet am crammed into detention theres no mention of my creation and no attention to my nook between dimensions. You took a look in your history book but couldn't find the one between those binds about the mind of a man that god shook from his grand plan. To be or not to be is beyond me to understand, I am the meta-absentee the sages pretend
Only Within OurselvesIs it courage in the face of fear
Or fear in the face of courage
That compels men to desperate acts
Of self-serving ignorance
A means to an end
To fix the things that seem so incomplete
Until they are completely broken
To find answers to the questions
That stand unanswered and unknown
So that the mystery of life may remain
In the shadow of humanty's soul
Written on the hearts and minds
Of those who seek the secrets of heaven and earth
To avoid the fires of hell
As if the meaning of life could be
Written in a book
Painted on a canvas
Performed on a stage
Sung in a song
Or bought in a store
Only within ourselves can we find ourselves
That is why when all other questions fade away
There is one that never loses its taste
When time becomes irrelevent
And all that's left is dust
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Im a cirrus cloudThere are many clouds that live up in the sky
the most familiar ones are the puffy and stormy clouds
mostly everyone knows what they mean
since the clouds like to show their personality
i think people are like clouds
sometimes on how they act match a certain type of cloud
i got some cumulus and others as well
im not sure what i really am but i took a guess
im a cirrus cloud
that lives high up in the sky
small and not very seen
but they say they look kinda pretty
they look very nice up there
however told that snow might come down along the way
that could be me, if you mess with me ill whip up a snowstorm
but that is quite rare, since im not seen much
because so, ill just stay above there
and look around other people's clouds
maybe ill be seen by some people
and make some fellow clouds along the way
Room Full of Books
A room full of books is like a portal to other worlds
You can travel around the world without leaving the very page
You can go to anywhere your heart desires
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
Despre noiTe caut fără gând,
Te caut fără soare.
Spre ochii tăi strigând,
Spre mine...Ah,cât doare!
Păşesc spre univers...
Al meu e-ntregul,tot!
Taci,inimă!Nu vezi că delirez?
Şi iarăşi lin păşesc spre somnul mort...
Mă depăşesc priviri
Şi-n friguri de dureri
În ochi eu pescuiesc
Tăceri ce-au fost demult.
Tu taci dacă nu speri
Şi lasă visul meu,
Tu lasă-n pace visul meu cărunt!
Şi degetele,ah!În şir se plimbă des
Prin somnul unor mâini
Uitate de stăpâni
În vise fară sens...
Tu,noapte,de ce taci?
Nu vezi că nu mai pot
Păşi pe marmuri reci?...
Al meu e-ntregul,tot!
Nu plâng,nu plâng,dar iar
O lacrimă-a tăiat
Pe contrasens obraz
De gânduri rezemat.
Oh,iarnă de cleştar,
În sticle din fereşti!
Tu iartă-mă că plâng
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