1. Kodaline – High Hopes
2. The Luminieers – Gloria
3. Cocoon, Lola Marsh – I Got You
4. Imagine Dragons – Birds
5. Coldplay – A Head Full of Dreams (Live in São Paulo)
Monthly Archives: October 2019
Biofizica
Gândurile mele s-au blocat –
un circuit sinaptic a căzut în reflecție la o intersecție neurală
și problematica dezbătută creează incertitudine,
picioarele sunt blocate între înainte și înapoi
peretele abdominal freamătă sub tensiune
iar brațele sunt ramuri cu degete încleștate în aer…
Din lobul frontal se scurge ca un pârâiaș, nimicul
alunecă peste coaste, ocolește rotula dreaptă
și hrănește o baltă rece și neagră cu gambe de cocostârc,
iar lumina rămâne suspendată la un picometru de retină
astfel încât percepția este acaparată de beznă
într-o singură secundă când existența devine un paradox…
Alice IV
Hey there Alice, where are you now?
It’s been years since we let our guard down
and the weirdness grew like a garden flower,
oh dearest Alice, I wonder,
if purple stars keep shining
or is it just a thought that I’ve once had
a little sparkle that was only in my head?
Oh Alice, I really hope you are doing great
in that pretty world that used to be so swell,
do you remember the poppies in the fields
upon a cup of coffee in a little lucky town
you flew them home,
and we both got on that plane
but we’ve never gotten back the same…
Hey Alice, what’s your latest favorite song?
could it be a little lion or the western stars,
mind me not for I live just fine
ironically, in the city I disliked,
Alice that I always love and always hurt
were you to see a candle shining in the dark
would you come or would you part?
Paris
I have been living in Paris since November 2017. At least if life in a small town north of Paris for almost a year counts in as well. Though it is not my first time in Paris. I have been here before. A few years ago, as an intern.
Stone-giant
Sixty steps, the stairway’s broken and you hear the stereo noises
on your knees you heal your bruises
and the raindrops start to roll down the forehead that is cold,
questions looking for their answers in a song that’s pretty dull
where Nottingham has roots in stories so it dreams itself alive
and its paths diverge in alleys that run farther from the Sun…
I have chosen, Ego sum, I was wrong,
perfect sense does not exist in a state of altered mist
it is pressure that transforms dirty coal into cliché shining bliss
– and not a kiss;
his ribs are cut from stone and so are all the looks he’s given
and the devil smiled and put a tingle on your lower Eastern lip…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 