Refugiu
M-am retras lângă mare-- un loc cu valuri calme si vuiet slab; Aud doar peștii clipocind, Si solzii lor strălucesc. Iar adâncuri... doar ale timpului si ale noastre, De n-ar fi atât al meu singur... Am zis ca aici vreau sa dorm...
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Riviera
Ocean's sticky air, Humid and salty-- Sweet young fall... It clings to my skin Like yours to mine Early this morning... I suck it Like a succulent in a pot, And turn Greener and greener...
Confessions
"You are not the product of a great love... You would have wished that, I know... Me and your father liked each other, and it was the right time to get married. It was ok for a while, but eventually relationship deteriorated and become pain..." Young Forest knew it somewhat, as she had learned it through time, but now she had it in the most articulated form. And it was later in life, when her mother became more and more grave, pensive, and foreboding, and her words resonated differently, with an even more impact than before. As if she was making her last assertions before her untimely death. "It is better for her to leave if she is suffering..."-- a fugitive thought came through Young Forest's mind feeling the other's dejection, although she was not, by any means, ready for a separation from her mother. Young Forest's gut feelings did not err. Her mother was looking too much towards the past, and not t...
Dislocation
Sunday Baroque 89.7 FM. Driving far. My views are unobstructed: no trees, no human dwellings, just earth and sky. I tend to speed. I almost feel the car can lift itself from the concrete road and go above everything, defying forces that would keep it down. Like my thoughts which are drifting away from the familiar and well behaved, into uncharted, even forbidden... To become wild and rogue...
Lumini si sunete
Nopțile nu dorm... ele niciodată... Pe tine te pun la somn, alteori te trezesc... O noapte fantastică cu luna, si o fâșie de lumina năvălită-n pat pe mine... In departare țipa disperati coioții... ce-or fi având...? Nu stiam ce tot pocnea in bucatarie: nautul ce-l pusesem de cu seara la înmuiat. Copilul încă la jocuri... Culcă -te! Un bip... vesti de departe... Mai dormi daca poti...
