tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31786546593411972762024-02-21T20:08:56.453-08:00Blossoms fadered bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-107036627431173462015-12-04T06:27:00.003-08:002015-12-04T06:28:31.562-08:00Orbita<div class="MsoNormal">
Cu puritate ma bucur de orbita stelei tale<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ce inconjoara catifelat cu lumina luna mea pitica<o:p></o:p></div>
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M-am agatat de ea printr-o forta de atractie cosmica<o:p></o:p></div>
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mai puternica decat gravitatia…ce uneori se numeste iubire<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">iar lumea
noastra o foloseste drept referinta universala <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Galaxia noastra c-un soare si-un satelit vibreaza<o:p></o:p></div>
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In cantec, in liniste si-n armonie<o:p></o:p></div>
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Din afara se vede ca un licurici cu aripi ce azi cresc cu
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red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-19389948409917202332015-08-03T03:42:00.000-07:002015-08-03T03:44:09.728-07:00The winds of the wheel<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
In a brief moment<o:p></o:p></div>
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Light fades to darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
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Though not by a switch <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is the sound of the heart breaking <o:p></o:p></div>
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Pausing the world to a crooked, slow beat<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nothing is
new<o:p></o:p></div>
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Nothing is
real<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some days
are blessed to bloom<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some days
are blessed with tears<o:p></o:p></div>
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This small rock,
damned to exist<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lies spin
webs of half-truths<o:p></o:p></div>
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For small
men to hide in<o:p></o:p></div>
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The eye sees
all and blinks…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Another thousand
years gone<o:p></o:p></div>
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Harsh whispers
carried in the wind<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like a
sonata, colors swirl in thought<o:p></o:p></div>
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Snow spiked
with fire<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hearts
burning with ice<o:p></o:p></div>
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All can be used
as a weapon<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the never-ending
wars of the wheel <o:p></o:p></div>
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In a brief moment<o:p></o:p></div>
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Life fades to death<o:p></o:p></div>
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Though not by a switch <o:p></o:p></div>
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It is the sound of the heart stopping <o:p></o:p></div>
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Pushing the world to cease to exist<o:p></o:p></div>
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Morning then
comes<o:p></o:p></div>
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Creeping behind
waves, peaks and trees<o:p></o:p></div>
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All grow inside
me… some blossomed at night, others disappeared<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like stars, fires
and souls, life waxes and wanes<o:p></o:p></div>
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The wind
will still be blowing, when nothing else lives<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have cherished thy name since my heart was a child<br />
I have ran towards you , screamed at you , embraced and touched your face in awe<br />
yet here I stand in the rising smoke of your demise, smiling with my grown eyes wild<br />
the more I rant, the more I cry, the flowers of your departure bloom in my mind<br />
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as a hypocritical note, i still carry the thought<br />
that all I've lost, I have put at your feet, prayed to my Lord that the offerings please<br />
I have surrendered my choices on the altar of rhythm<br />
hoping their burden would not crush the promise of freedom<br />
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The crossroad still hints at the end of the funnel<br />
where possible paths narrow down to the point of arrival<br />
my broken arms however are too light for this fight<br />
my feet will not carry me throughout the glorious walk<br />
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In the blinding lights of the dawn I can't feel the sun<br />
and I ache too much for the beauty I can almost touch<br />
If only my fears would not hinder my wonder<br />
I could stop being the foster child of my plunders<br />
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For I have stolen the cracks of your castle<br />
morphed the end to a means<br />
broken the laws of abstraction<br />
left myself carried by years<br />
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A new day is upon us<br />
much apprehension<br />
the comprehension<br />
that I am here<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-77398187522179424512013-03-03T08:54:00.000-08:002013-03-03T08:54:35.510-08:00FurtisagDeschizand pleoapa cu ochii clipesc nefericit<br />
numai cu dreptul<br />
aprind galant luna de la intrerupator <br />
cu degetul stang comit o mica infractiune<br />
si-mi scriu visele direct pe linoleumul alunecos<br />
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Permut dintr-un colt intr-altul al ratiunii stinse<br />
mii de franturi de zbor<br />
le destept alin printr-un blestem de iele<br />
inecat in zile nesfarsite de ploi verzi marunte<br />
sori pititi intre pereti si jaluzele de birou<br />
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Camera inca-i aprinsa intr-un joc de napalm<br />
iara-n jurul meu florile se-usuca si mor<br />
cu gratie ridic fumul de mana pana-n tavan<br />
desi cu ironie ma mint ca nicicand n-am sa cobor...<br />
nici clipa nu-i dusa, nici eu nu sunt chiar om <br />
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Maine promit din nou sa ma ignor<br />
Incep chiar sfarsitul cu ochiul putred si gol<br />
pustiul sa-nfrunt doar eu si cu altii intr-un jilt de metrou<br />
numai un mic furtisag domnule judecator<br />
atata-mi ramane mie si ultimilor zei muritori<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-41405797191969970782013-02-08T14:11:00.001-08:002013-02-08T14:11:31.462-08:00Azi dar ca si ieri, ca nicaieriAzi te las sa ma asterni pe pamantul teapan <br />
caci lumina de afara a fost prea moale pentru clipa din mine<br />
si-am fost prea pierduta sa ranjesc reavan<br />
azi te las sa ma presezi in cartea ce-ti curge prin vine<br />
azi...<br />
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Nici macar frigul nu se preschimba-n zapada<br />
azi<br />
toate mor si ne nasc ca si ieri<br />
iara doara ce-o tintesc intr-o ureche<br />
e la fel de fada ca si canapeaua pe care<br />
azi<br />
iar m-am rastignit<br />
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Perdeaua de apa mai seaca decat fumul pluteste<br />
azi<br />
toate se preschimba-n maine si totusi<br />
iara arde focu-n becul de-azur<br />
caci vara ne-o topi tot intr-o iarna ca o cada<br />
azi<br />
am plecat dar n-am cazut din locul cald, din patul mut<br />
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Crengile mi-s gri si-asfaltul parca-i numa zoaie<br />
azi<br />
mucegaiul creste-albastru prin plamanul zdrentuit<br />
caci nici copii n-au mai vrut sa clipeasca a mirare<br />
iara toti suntem intr-unul<br />
azi<br />
as vrea sa-mi canti iar despre samovarul pierdut pe mare<br />
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Azi te las sa ma asterni etern pe tot nefericitul pamantesc <br />
caci afara nu-i lumina si-am furat pana si ziua cea de-Apoi<br />
in pumni strang pledoaria pana-n sange vanat o sufoc<br />
azi vreau sa ma-mbratisezi ca pe-un olog amar si gol <br />
azi...<br />
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constat cu-amaraciune ca azi e ca si ieri,<br />
mereu<br />
iar pretutindeni ca si nicaieri <br />
doar azi<br />
<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-87447219130457851632012-11-17T10:59:00.001-08:002012-11-17T11:17:36.182-08:00cu Inocentate-nvarte copile, te-nvarte<br />
cu capu-n soare, uitat prin campul gras si florile balaie<br />
zboara pasarea mea cu-argint in piepti<br />
si nu-ntreba 'ncotro te-ndrepti<br />
iara 'napoi sa nu privesti ca pasii stersi sa nu te-mbie<br />
in val sa sari, gandu-ti 'nalt sa pierzi in marea stravezie<br />
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spre-apusul de culmi goale<br />
cu piatra de moara du-te de zor<br />
si-arunc-o din cerul de pucioasa in dosul cel de vale<br />
sa-ti fie viata toata numa' vara<br />
tu sufoca lacrima-n pamantu' plin de zoaie<br />
sa arza taranii teama in focurile lor de paie<br />
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lasa-ne noua patimile si glasul ragusit de oaste<br />
tu plimba-te-n padurea de foioase cat inca-i zi si pace<br />
lasa-ne noua ceata si plansu-ascuns de mama <br />
tu cata scoici pe mal si flori de colt pe coaste<br />
iara visele ascunse ce ciripesc la sanul cald<br />
fereaca-le-n uitare sa nu le fure somnul, nici noaptea umblatoare<br />
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te-nvarte copile, te-nvarte<br />
vioi ca licuricii ce se iubesc pe florile de nufar<br />
tu nu cata soptitul ploii nici urletul ce-l sufar<br />
lasa-ni-l noua si-apuca inocenta cu pumnu-ti mic de mana<br />
iara cand ceasu-n ochi ti-o arde veacuri<br />
lasa sufletu' zburdalnic liber, sa joace-n campul gras udat de roua<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-29006953755869885832012-10-05T08:51:00.002-07:002012-10-05T08:51:36.782-07:00A birth in spite of nature I was born of the Word<br /> Feather crafted in a dough made of void<br /> winter born of charred summer<br /> in the fires of weeping<br /> and hot breath of mad foal<br /> <br /> God touched the tip of my head<br /> and blinded by so much light<br /> I was born in the pain of wisdom<br /> strange, a taste of blood on the tip of the tongue<br /> devil's salt in my eyes<br /> <br /> Skull smashed in pieces<br /> by this heavy touch<br /> I was born falling<br /> by the highest mountains<br /> in the wave of scorned flood<br /> <br /> I always climbed<br /> towards a a sky too high<br /> loosing my footing as I walked from an empty cloud to another<br /> I was born alone<br /> learning to die while I dreamed<br /> <br /> I was born of a Song<br /> in a promised house<br /> which was never mine<br /> ruined castle<br /> a fox's den built of wasp's hums<br /> <br /> Bloodied, scarred feet<br /> in a search too grand<br /> I was born in the desert <br /> where they carried sins<br /> to be washed in the sand of ashes<br /> <br /> I always whispered the Word and the Song<br /> eyes counting stones<br /> soul lost in Japan's blossoms<br /> I was born in the dried ink <br /> of a poet too romantic<br /> <br /> I gave birth to myself<br /> as I knew best, as I could<br /> yet the light still burns<br /> in the nights falling over glass deserts<br /> carrying a sword, crafted in the fire of old steeds<br /> a word of faded ink<br /> and the phoenix feather stuck in my crown<br /> I was born slowly as I ran <br /> always searching for some answer<br /> in a shallow humming of beyond<br /> by the sea<br /> It was me that gave birth...to myself<br /> always of the dank soil<br /> from ashes tossed in waterfalls<br /> too high and too cold<br /> in the volcano of love<br /> <br /> I was born<br /> of the Word<br /> against nature's willred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-57472503134268280862012-09-16T03:45:00.000-07:002012-09-16T03:47:56.213-07:00O nastere de-a curmezisul firiiM-am nascut din Cuvant<br />
pana plamadita din aluat de neant<br />
iarna nascuta din vara arsa<br />
in cuptor de bocet<br />
si foc de manz turbat<br />
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Dumnezeu m-a atins in crestet<br />
si de atata lumina<br />
m-am nascut in durerea cunoasterii<br />
ciudat, cu gust de sange in palatin<br />
cu sare mefistofelica in gene<br />
<br />
Cu creierul sfredelit<br />
de o atingere prea mare<br />
m-am nascut in cadere<br />
in muntii cei mai inalti<br />
din valul potopului sfidat<br />
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Am urcat mereu<br />
spre un cer prea inalt<br />
pasind gresit dintr-un nor pustiu in altul<br />
m-am nascut singura<br />
invatand sa mor in visarea cea mare<br />
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M-am nascut dintr-un Cantec<br />
in casa promisa<br />
si niciodata a mea<br />
palat in ruina<br />
vizuina de vulpe in zumzet de viespe<br />
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Cu picioarele zdrelite<br />
de-o cautare prea vasta<br />
m-am nascut in pustie<br />
unde duceau pacatele<br />
spre-a fi spalte-n nisipul cenusii<br />
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Am fredonat mereu Cuvantul si Cantul<br />
cu ochii in pietre<br />
si sufletul in crengi de flori nipone<br />
m-am nascut din cerneala uscata<br />
a unui poet prea boem<br />
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M-am nascut<br />
cum am stiut, cum am putut<br />
dar lumina tot arde<br />
in noaptea ce cade prin pustiurile de sticla<br />
c-o sabie forjata-ntr-un foc de cal batran<br />
cuvantul din cerneala<br />
si pana de phoenix infipta in crestet<br />
m-am nascut lent dar pe fuga<br />
mereu cautand cate-un raspuns<br />
intr-un zumzet firav de-adanc<br />
pe malul marii<br />
in mirarea sarii<br />
m-am nascut tot eu, tot pe mine<br />
mereu din pamantul reavan<br />
in cenusa aruncata peste cascade<br />
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prea-nalte, prea reci<br />
in vulcanul iubirii<br />
m-am nascut<br />
din Cuvant<br />
impotriva firii<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-51143610607038487142012-09-15T09:05:00.000-07:002012-09-15T09:19:08.296-07:00Scrisoare catre geamanTaci<br />
Iar taci<br />
Doar asa te-ai nascut<br />
Direct in tacerea de mormant a pasivitatii<br />
Te speli de pacate cu liniste si astepti<br />
miracolul ce ti-a fost dat si durerea<br />
le susotesti, le incarcerezi<br />
Asa cum ai tacut pana ai vazut<br />
ca viata are datoria de a te plesni<br />
si bunul simt de a te ridica<br />
Acum esti in preambul<br />
Iti scriu ca sa nu uiti<br />
Ca e tarziu<br />
Intotdeauna e prea devreme<br />
si mult prea tarziu<br />
<br />
Intr-o buna zi<br />
ai zbierat<br />
la nastere<br />
acela e primul cuvant<br />
prima forma de invatamant<br />
prima manifestare socialo-etica <br />
Comicul si liricul din tine<br />
ai urlat<br />
de singuratate<br />
Te speli de toate cu vantul si marea si orasul patat<br />
desi taci<br />
urla cainii de pe strada si pentru tine<br />
Doar noaptea esti viu, cand dormi fara vise<br />
Iti scriu acum ca sa nu uiti<br />
sa urli<br />
Ca sa poti sa inveti sa vorbesti<br />
Chiar si in tacere<br />
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Iar ai lasat tacerea sa treaca prin tine<br />
Fantomele tale de geaman fara forma<br />
geamana?<br />
nu te cunosc, cel mai probabil esti inca amorf<br />
te-ai nascut odata cu mine<br />
Nu existi<br />
dar eu iti simt tacerea<br />
pentru ca ea ma apasa mereu<br />
atunci cand uit<br />
atunci cand vorbesc<br />
atunci cand plang in lumina orbitoare a neonului<br />
fara sa inteleg memento mori<br />
Iti scriu acum <br />
Ca atunci cand vom face cunostinta<br />
sa-mi canti iar<br />
Asa cum i-ai cantat sufletului meu pana acum<br />
Cu tacere<br />
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Printre scântei stă fumul scurs pe ape</div>
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tăcând adânc, luceşte trist sub pleoape</div>
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pălind în malul luminos de pietre</div>
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ca un copil cu-aripi de libelulă-n plete</div>
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mai lung ca un amurg se pierde drumu-n faţă</div>
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ocolitor şi trist, abrupt şi rupt de viaţă...</div>
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o pată beată şi un senil stau mână-n mână</div>
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iar printre toate-un vis se-mpodobeşte-n</div>
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zgură</div>
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o uşă smulsă legatu-s-a de-o uşă</div>
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c-o viţă mov uscată de prea-sete</div>
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iar marea spală pelinul scărilor poete</div>
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când prin scântei stă fumul scurs pe ape</div>
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un cal lucios muşcă adânc din pleoape</div>
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călcănd ca un balaur, smulge pietre</div>
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o libelulă c-o faţă de copil prin plete</div>
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ce drame minunate se-ascund în</div>
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răsăritu-ncercănat de gheaţă</div>
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şi ce minuni de ametist se-mpodobesc pe viaţă</div>
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în zgură</div>
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o uşă închisă deschisu-s-a-ntr-o uşă</div>
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către pelinul mov plin de prea-sete</div>
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unde mareea doarme-n violetul scurs</div>
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pe fum de ape</div>
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în lumină</div>
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drowned are sorrows and regrets<br />
and maybe if all grew warm and over<br />
the sun would have to learn to shine again<br />
but still the journey's fairly much more slower<br />
than the speed of light in fantasies and power bets<br />
<br />
so...when will we shake hands again?<br />
you see, sweet destiny, i'm running out the path<br />
choosing thorny slopes of clover as alibis are running low<br />
and maybe the pattern's still not broken <br />
but the moon is pounding harder on my window<br />
while the night is clutching its fists just as before<br />
<br />
so...when will the depth of night lift and wind blow covers?<br />
it's all about the hard gambling baby...tonight<br />
and sharks are borrowing my soul until it's finally over<br />
until you muster enough courage to see<br />
the truth in its final hour <br />
the road- nowhere near paradise lost <br />
<br />
so...forever and never now run hand in hand in soft grass<br />
lower, the fairy whistle-blower winks at me from behind her looking glass <br />
and in the pit of darkness a tiny fire fly awakes my heart<br />
I see you now oh lust<br />
as I have seen you time and time again deep in the crushing ocean<br />
and yet still trapped I seem...<br />
<br />
<br />
in the depth of night<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-4851704243507136272012-06-08T05:41:00.001-07:002012-06-08T05:43:46.590-07:00fallen planswe make perfect plans<br />
with faulty hands and blind eyes smiling<br />
on silent lands<br />
tight closed mouths and clutching fingers<br />
and yet who...<br />
who awaits behind shut doors?<br />
after all the tidy plans have died<br />
<br />
when she took her last breath<br />
and I kissed her cold forehead<br />
everything fell down<br />
with a splash or a clash, a sort of sound<br />
and a pain that I'll always wear<br />
on my heart, on my breast<br />
under my hair<br />
<br />
who? who will acknowledge<br />
and scream in courage<br />
that big plans are tiny bans<br />
flowing strong currents <br />
as my tears on her Snow White hands...<br />
perfect plans aren't meant to be made<br />
but broken<br />
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<br />red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-35550100089196187182012-04-26T03:16:00.000-07:002012-04-26T05:37:33.986-07:00amar in absurdtimpul s-a pus pe picurat<br />
ceara pe-un parbriz imaginar<br />
la un moment dat se stinse pictata<br />
luna- candela cu gust de mort-<br />
soptind ca drumu-i lung cand stai pe loc<br />
<br />
praful cade-ncet din cer <br />
si vantul duhneste dulce a abator<br />
cand ploua, ploua cu spini<br />
si inca-mi zbate-n n ochi mormantul tau<br />
viu si-acoperit cu crini<br />
<br />
patratul mic se-nchide cu greu<br />
si totusi ascunde-un pustiu<br />
prin care-a trecut plapand un zeu<br />
gaura neagra ma minte si-ascunde cu chiu<br />
un vai preaplin de purpuriu<br />
<br />
ce trist ca minele din eu a adormit<br />
chiar daca-mi pare ca am mai crescut un pic<br />
prin somn vorbesc cu el si sper<br />
ca intr-o zi sa-nvete sa raspunda<br />
asa cum eu ma zbat sa cred<br />
<br />
e clar, secretul sta in virgula din punct<br />
si lumea poate fi chiar monocroma<br />
un joc de sah uitat din graba pe pamant<br />
oare chiar asa de greu o fi?<br />
poate poarta Raiului e-o axioma<br />
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j'attends que le temps arrive au meme tempo que le coeur<br />
j'attends que les larmes finissent de courir de peur<br />
des sourires d'un autre soleil<br />
<br />
au bout du monde j'attends<br />
j'attends que les sons parviennent jusqu'a la lune <br />
j'attends que la lumiere allume les profondeurs<br />
le plus basses du voeu<br />
<br />
au bout du monde j'attends<br />
j'attends que ce reve s'acheve<br />
j'attends que le printemps d'emeraude se leve<br />
et que la plus ecoeurante de nuits revienne<br />
<br />
au bout du monde j'attends<br />
j'attends que les mensonges s'arretent <br />
j'attends que l'ame pardonne<br />
et que l'oubli vienne m'assommer enfin<br />
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j'attends<br />
au bout du monde ou tout finit <br />
ou nous vivons encore<br />
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peste-un cerc ruginit intr-un circ de rand<br />
la un mal infiat pe un val inspumat<br />
intr-un cer innorat cu vrabii presarat<br />
<br />
zace intr-un giulgiu alb un suflet desperecheat<br />
sub pamantul reavan de oameni calcat<br />
sub flori vestejite, printre petre ciobite<br />
sub zile amare si salbe de zare<br />
<br />
Se-ntinde pe mare un om si-o corabie<br />
sub culoarea de var surprinsa-n fundal<br />
in cadenta zburand printre fiare desarte<br />
cu coltii tociti si privirea departe<br />
<br />
Rotund ca-ntr-o roata se-nvarte destinul<br />
slefuit si prafos printre munti fara roade<br />
tacut printre greieri isi linge suspinul<br />
si firul de iarba-ncolteste sub toatered bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-76522200479878055882012-03-21T02:33:00.002-07:002012-03-22T00:14:47.544-07:00poker nightShe sat with a smoking gun in her hands<br />
told you that she has a modern love escape plan<br />
while you partially believed<br />
you trusted more your selfish heart<br />
and your eyes searched for another way out<br />
while you lied and played your cards so smart<br />
<br />
you lie so silent in the middle of the night<br />
she takes her tears and washes off your doubt<br />
you thank her 'n you search for a way out<br />
while she fights for a way to get you precious freedom<br />
freedom of thought<br />
<br />
she promised a star and bought you the whole sky<br />
you laughed and said she oughtn't have<br />
that your silly girl should forget to dream so high<br />
that it's past time you left and played some poker tonight<br />
that you'd have a lifetime to regret your youth's impetous fights<br />
<br />
she took her gun and blasted your picture off the wall <br />
her soul's wall shattered inside out<br />
she looked you in the eye and promised she will give up the fight<br />
you laughed and said you needed to play some poker tonight<br />
and while you disappeared she swore she'd haunt and hunt you caped in moonlight<br />
<br />
she pawned her gun<br />
traded it for that kind of love that's worth living for<br />
taped and glued her soul till it stoped falling apart<br />
but some shattered pieces still haunt you <br />
you win at poker every time, you're just so smart...<br />
but your heart's the one you gamble every nightred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-51867544362610106352012-02-13T04:46:00.000-08:002012-07-15T12:50:08.322-07:00despre ce ne spunem cand nu ne vorbimM-ai lasat singura<br />
prinsa-ntr-o bula de gheata<br />
Am zgariat cu unghia cristalul<br />
pana la paroxism<br />
Apoi am incercat sa zbor<br />
mi-am eliberat pieptul<br />
insa inima-mi tremura in soapta<br />
am ramas prinsa de-un picior<br />
La inceput am crezut ca pot<br />
trai asa injumatatita, jupuita, stinsa<br />
apoi am vrut sa-l tai<br />
apoi am tacut<br />
<br />
In intuneric, orice geana de lumina<br />
doare, rasare si moare<br />
Soarele cand apune lasa urme<br />
o dara de umor si zambetul rasuna<br />
Iti strig sa nu ma lasi aici<br />
si totusi pleci<br />
Odata cu luna, imi furi<br />
si stelele si sufletul<br />
Luna ma-ntelege, ma leagana<br />
apoi se preschimba-n curva<br />
si te ia de mana<br />
<br />
Mi-am eliberat piciorul<br />
si te-am lasat singur, prins intr-o bula de gheata<br />
Ai adormit neintors, ca un copil, asa<br />
cum faci mereu<br />
si nicio secunda nu m-ai cautat din priviri, nu te-ai trezit<br />
Eu, amortita, mi-am pierdut o eternitate de nopti atingandu-te, <br />
mangaindu-te cu privirea<br />
Sufletul meu ti-a pieptanat parul<br />
Am zacut langa tine neintinata<br />
Pana cand lacrimile mele te-au acoperit,<br />
pana cand am visat<br />
sute de scenarii in care imbatranim impreuna,<br />
pana cand le-am demontat pe toate<br />
cu teama si scarba<br />
pana cand m-am pierdut si ametita,<br />
beata de nebunie,<br />
am adormit cu sufletul impletit si incalcit<br />
in gandul tau de pe piept<br />
<br />
Eu am dormit o alta eternitate<br />
iar tu, intre timp, te-ai trezit<br />
fara sa simti, amortit si gol in perfectiunea ta<br />
Ai indepartat fara mila buruienile si crengile mele sufletesti<br />
crescute pe inima ta<br />
cu toate ca ma simteai tremurand in somn, <br />
nu m-ai vazut<br />
ai crezut ca eram naluca unei pareri si ti-ai curatat aripile<br />
Daca as fi stiut, daca m-as fi trezit<br />
cu groaza, poate as fi reusit<br />
sa-ti dezleg si piatra de moara pe care ai uitat-o prinsa<br />
de degetul mic<br />
Dar ai plecat, asa cum faci mereu<br />
destinul sa ma-nrobeasca<br />
lasandu-ma goala-ntr-un ciob pe masa<br />
Ca sa revii mereu s-adormi langa mine<br />
Sa tes si sa dezleg prin lacrimi<br />
visered bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-58232977608426399312011-12-13T06:26:00.000-08:002011-12-13T06:26:03.932-08:00Wild childCold-eyed burning child<br />
<br />
<br />
You walk on scavenged beaches<br />
<br />
You hide you trust in all the wrong places<br />
<br />
And search for lust in faded faces<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Little hand drawing a sign<br />
<br />
Growing spot- the bird flies in the sky<br />
<br />
Your soul it took and now you shake your head<br />
<br />
And all is fine<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Your clothes are salted<br />
<br />
Frail hair melts in blowing wind<br />
<br />
And in your stare, the lively thought<br />
<br />
That you might feel- if you would kill- something<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
You hid notes deep inside your throat<br />
<br />
From time to time you seem to mouth<br />
<br />
Forgotten songs and magic verses<br />
<br />
Yet nothing moves, the world is death and silence screams<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
You grew in sand <br />
<br />
Covered in scars and open wounds<br />
<br />
Your mind evades<br />
<br />
And when the night drowns in the sea<br />
<br />
You dive deep <br />
<br />
Stars shine on the bottom rocks, you pick them up<br />
<br />
There’s nothing here again <br />
<br />
No motion <br />
<br />
You suspend <br />
<br />
Time ticks happily away as the universe stops<br />
<br />
You revolve<br />
<br />
Look around but you won’t see a sign of life<br />
<br />
Not even you<br />
<br />
And when all hope crumbles <br />
<br />
Eyes wide open<br />
<br />
You see a soul- a twin- <br />
<br />
And reach<br />
<br />
Your hand stretches on infinitely<br />
<br />
And you’d caress the child’s sweet face<br />
<br />
And yet you press<br />
<br />
Deadly, hard, decisive<br />
<br />
You take a life away<br />
<br />
And you remember what it feels to feel<br />
<br />
The loss<br />
<br />
Beginning of an ancient search<br />
<br />
For the twin you’d always need to killred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-69015962598083695272011-12-08T05:53:00.000-08:002011-12-08T06:12:52.174-08:00intunericNoaptea-ngenunchiata<br />
imi plange goliciunea<br />
intunericul ce i-l insfac din umbra-necata<br />
invinetita piele ce m-acopera<br />
prin valul inghetat<br />
<br />
ma joc cu pleoapele-nchise<br />
cu intunericul furat<br />
linistea forfoteste prin vocea infinitului<br />
am inrobit vidul si l-am ascuns intr-un carlig<br />
ce-l facusem inecat<br />
<br />
am regasit minunea-ndurerata<br />
noaptea instelata ce se casca-n pustiul viu<br />
inima pulseaza-nfrigurata<br />
pana ce tacutul se aglomereaza lin<br />
iar vidul sparge-un val<br />
<br />
e doar al meu intunericul intins<br />
otrava pustiirii si pustiul stins<br />
n-am sa-l mai las s-atinga nicio palma stransa<br />
nici ochiul zambitor sa stinga ploaia-n nor<br />
inchid atent lumina-n chin si-o vand<br />
<br />
noptii-i vand lumina stelei<br />
ce-am purtat prinsa-n parul incalcit<br />
lumina ce-am furat<br />
iar noapte-ntreaga-o beau pe-amurg<br />
cand canta visul prins in cui<br />
<br />
carligul marii-l am in pas<br />
durerea rasului fugind pe mal<br />
si iata iara se pogoara-ncetisor<br />
amintele de bun ramas<br />
ce-l pomenesc prin somn cand tac<br />
<br />
am strans in pumn tacerea <br />
si-am facut-o scrum in linistea de ceas <br />
ticaie intunecimea nimicului ascuns pe veci ramas al meu<br />
si plang in ea durerea moarta<br />
ce-nvie-n gandul dus<br />
<br />
din cand in cand<br />
mi-e plansa goliciunea<br />
si noapte-ngenunchiaza prin pustiu<br />
iar umbra inecata-n dor mirat<br />
imbraca-ntunericul invinetit, pe veci furatred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-73991344304825822522011-12-03T11:54:00.000-08:002011-12-04T05:15:50.926-08:00experiment of thoughtriffle in my hands<br />
not muffled, not silenced the gunshots fired<br />
one by one they fall<br />
the living and yet walking dead with their empty smiles<br />
the lies engulfing all, shadowing the truth and the sun<br />
my own empty hands are burning<br />
red - the sunset falling apart<br />
<br />
riffle in my hands<br />
napalm is lighting the darkness<br />
one by one they burn<br />
these hypocrites with empty voices<br />
their buildings, houses, cars and petty little indulgence<br />
my own empty dreams are now ashes<br />
red - the phoenix bird croaks<br />
<br />
death in my hands<br />
but no smoke arose<br />
my lighter died<br />
and I'm out of fagsred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-79988215571892582552011-12-02T23:52:00.000-08:002011-12-04T05:15:22.976-08:00barefootfoot upon foot...walking barefoot<br />
too early and yet past late<br />
to feel the splinters caught in dead wood<br />
and the blistering cold of plastic spread<br />
<br />
encased in smoke as always<br />
eyes flicker with city sounds<br />
summoning a thought caught in weakness<br />
opening somewhere in the cracks<br />
<br />
the heart still remembers the feeling<br />
of magical moonlight through glass<br />
yet stained is the mind which controls it<br />
and stained were the memories cast<br />
<br />
a spell floats in the ashes surrounding<br />
humane death in a thread<br />
and while all that grew deep is left rootless<br />
real colors seem here to prevail<br />
<br />
the taste left is bitter yet truthful<br />
a stain of truth on trembling hands<br />
but as silence is hard to come by to<br />
tomorrow will shake it aloft<br />
<br />
cometh forth all ye cracks of the soul<br />
the void you indulge is so grey<br />
in sleep all the terrible screams are now muffled<br />
and cloudy is the dungeon you scale<br />
<br />
nothing is left for fate to rewind<br />
no snapshot of forests once alive<br />
and while everything goes on in circles<br />
this dream spirals downwards towards skies<br />
<br />
the feet walking barefoot on hardwood<br />
are splintered by spikes in the clouds<br />
the sounds of awakening strike as lightning<br />
there are no clocks left to capture the time<br />
<br />
this storms like all others will grow<br />
and then abruptly fall in the abyss still hinted inside<br />
to form tiny cracks in the clouds<br />
of the dreams I walked barefoot uponred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-45870697848316739702011-10-12T07:13:00.000-07:002012-09-15T09:06:08.657-07:00Umbre noiSa nu cazi cautand<br />
<br />
<br />
murmurul sfant<br />
<br />
nici buza rosie muscata<br />
<br />
n-o fa vinetie<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
si totusi mori un pic<br />
<br />
in umbra serii<br />
<br />
prin orasul crunt si-amar<br />
<br />
calcand mucurile pe trotuar<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
scartaind ca o trotineta<br />
<br />
sa nu-ngheti copilul bland<br />
<br />
si ochiul fix lasa-l clipind<br />
<br />
pe-un nor de sticla<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
neonul slab si coridorul<br />
<br />
sa-ti franga palma<br />
<br />
in linistea amurgului<br />
<br />
va arde permutand peretii stransi<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
pustietate vie <br />
<br />
langa carne sfasiata<br />
<br />
felina murdara<br />
<br />
si pasare de noapte<br />
<br />
lasa-vor cerul sa cada peste noi<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
asa cum tu nu mai cunosti<br />
<br />
nici eu nu mai respir nisip<br />
<br />
si-n plamanul stang circula incet<br />
<br />
pamant<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
prin vene am ulei incins<br />
<br />
si-n suflet inmugureste lin<br />
<br />
plutind pe malul ancorat in vant<br />
<br />
un vis rasfrantred bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-3224523575513449922011-05-26T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-26T12:17:01.982-07:00lullabyundisclosed baring of sadness <br />
flying softly and slowly above city lights<br />
dreams and hopes elude the sadness of the fights<br />
we constantly encase in our hearts<br />
and as we sink deeper, the deep engulfs<br />
the little pieces that we break our souls into<br />
hold yourself tight in the hollowness of nights<br />
winds will channel all your sighs<br />
and trees will grow from the seeds of your brightly lit eyes<br />
sing your lullabies to all the hurting children that you killed<br />
while you forgot to laugh<br />
promise to love great moments<br />
as puny and fleeting as they are<br />
promise to be tough <br />
under these gray shades of skies<br />
change your color pallet while you try to sleep<br />
and chant the songs that help you take another leap<br />
of faith<br />
into this lifered bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-87714055742150796632011-01-20T11:48:00.000-08:002011-01-20T11:50:11.405-08:00iertare de mineprecum un cerc<br />
invartindu-se, invizibil pentru ochiul uman<br />
viata mea se roteste<br />
pe acelasi tipar<br />
toti oamenii jinduind<br />
aceleasi dorinte murdare<br />
cateodata cer singuratate<br />
ca sa ma hranesc cu disgratia si neincrederea-mi<br />
in coltisorul intunecat si numai al meu<br />
slabiciunile-mi invinetite si zgariate<br />
cuvinte scuipate pe inima<br />
toate cuvintele care-mi desfac cusaturile<br />
toate atat de supra-apreciate<br />
trezeste-te!<br />
sterge rugina...<br />
ma pierd in intunecare<br />
precum o fantoma<br />
ca un drog pe care nu-l poti dezbraca<br />
rece si inzapezit<br />
timpul curge nemilos<br />
in liniile fine ale privirii preapline<br />
nascute intru ras si plans<br />
desertaciune, desertaciune zace-n blestemul omenirii<br />
si simt necesitatea razbunarii<br />
nevoia de-a muri<br />
nevoia de-a durea<br />
ca sa ne-uitam neputinta<br />
de a incarna visele in realitate<br />
nu te-ncrede in povesti frumoase<br />
caci acelasi de ce me obsedeaza inc-o data<br />
de ce nimic nu are vreo finalitate<br />
de ce e-atat de greu de inteles<br />
ca inima si carnea se razboiesc mereu<br />
cum marea sparge tarmul, si moartea-ncheie viata<br />
de ce nu pot uita nimic<br />
din ce-am trait si-am auzit<br />
<br />
<br />
nevoia de iertare de sinered bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3178654659341197276.post-4586292954833479042011-01-20T05:24:00.000-08:002011-01-20T05:24:26.973-08:00need to forgivelike a circle<br />
spinning unseen to human eyes<br />
my life turns<br />
the same pattern<br />
all people thinking<br />
same petty desires<br />
sometimes i just need to be left alone<br />
so i can feed on my mistrust and disgrace<br />
my dark corner all to myself<br />
my weaknesses bruised and scratched<br />
words spitting in my heart<br />
all the words that tear me at the seams<br />
all so overrated <br />
wake up!<br />
dust off the rust<br />
I fade to darkness<br />
like a phantom<br />
like a drug you can't shrug off<br />
cold and snowy<br />
time flows mercilessly<br />
as a myth and as a curse<br />
pretty little lines in the corners of my stare<br />
from all the crying and the laughing<br />
vane, vane is the bane of mankind<br />
i see the need for punishment<br />
the need to die<br />
the need to hurt<br />
so as to forget one's uselessness<br />
in making dreams come true,<br />
never trust in fairy tales<br />
it's the same why bothering me all over again<br />
why nothing plays out right<br />
why i love red<br />
why is it so hard to understand<br />
that heart and flesh are at war<br />
like sea and land, life and death<br />
why i can't forget what i have seen<br />
and heard and been<br />
<br />
i need to forgive me red bloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12753179227240792256noreply@blogger.com1