Monthly Archives: April 2020

Nucul

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Și am fost nevoit să deschid fereastra pentru că profunzimea cerului căuta să se oglindească în ochii mei..

Trunchiul bătrânului nuc mirosea a mușchi îmbibat de apă și acoperit de frunze moarte. Despicat sub greutatea timpului, brațele sale erau ținute pe loc de un vechi lanț ruginit pus cu ani în urmă, pe alocuri pătruns în lemn și acoperit de scoarță. Două cuie și o scândură îl transformau în post de comandă pentru jocurile cu personaje imaginare. De la trei metri înălțime, când ai doar 11 ani te simți într-o cu totul altă lume. Genunchiul stâng sângera ușor de la prima încercare de a urca, zădărnicită de scoarța netezită de ploaia de dimineață.

Atunci am realizat că totul era efemer și am plâns cu ură, cu revoltă și cu frustrare. Lumea plină de minuni a inocenței mele se izbea de neputința nucului de a-și ridica brațele pentru a privi lumina stelelor iar fața mea ardea de rușinea realizării și lacrimile nu reușeau să-i alunge flăcările…

Remember

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Doubts and dreams and dragons
blurred all things we did together
how come I do not remember
what made me ask you out,
was it cream or was it sugar
in the very first cup of coffee
was it good or was it crappy
on the street or after pancakes,
sympathy or desperation
I still search my inspiration
if there was a single thing
I have found to make me cling
how come I do not remember
was it May or in December,
did we take a trip to Spain
booked a train or airplane
simple things we used to say
and the days we’ll celebrate
what’s your flower did I know
yellow dress or bleu ciel,
is it lost or wasn’t there
what’s the color of your hair,
did I really see your eyes
or drank soda telling lies,
and the songs I used to play
did you like or did you fake,
how come I do not remember
was it sand or was it pebbles
did we swim or did we slander
what it feels to be together,
were I sleeping or awake
something’s off, did it break
and I’m trying to remember
what I loved in late November…

The Great Fall

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Give me back my summer
and the train trips to the north,
all the walks we took from may to autumn
the hours that we called,
kissed my lips in late October
dancing late on uphill flowers blue,
watching sunsets in the distance
and the purple star of me and you….

All the songs we shared that winter
had a note of missing you,
eased with me in evening snowing
in a room with dreams above,
yellow flowers in the cold rain
we drank red tea after hours,
and the day we left for wonders
I have loved you more the same…

Third trip to Lisbon

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The map is painted
red dust, blue dust and dusty imagination,
over borders that are closed
we cross boundaries erected for the folk
going around the shitty bistro by the side of the square
we find pleasure in a convent struck by the truth,
breathing in deep the elevator takes you high in the sky
it wasn’t green tea in that cup of wine
and under the sword of the King of whites
you take a step to freshen your calves…

Restage a photo on the tower of stone
with pillars of truth to wash out the lies
my hair has grown long so I am feeling no cold
the eyes are sad and that’s just too bad,
for we sail on a trail of perversion
down from the castle to the turn of the whore
her music enthralls with thirst like a goal
and chasing on dreams doesn’t stop the fall
it’s like a drug from The Book of Kerouac
another story to sell on the brink of a war…

We owned a dog and a cat with no name
in a suburb house that collapsed from the shame
and it took some time to bury its heart
deep in my chest where it always belonged,
with my last ticket I booked on a feeling
the tram 28 took me far in the wild
to battle resistance from the unknown
in Lisbon I am a giant of stone
and on the backside of my left arm I tattooed the sun
to remember the light where there is none…

Alice V

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I’m the one who called you Alice
right before our high hopes shared the storm,
I gave you a name to remember
when you crossed from one world to the other –
and off the rabbit hole she went…

Dancing through the looking glass
you’ve left red ribbon riddles for the hunters
and Alice dearest is sipping on the tea,
it never ceased to be a world of wonders
but don’t forget the name I gave to you…

These hands caressed your face
seeking understanding in the purple seas
yet blinded by a wonder I ignored to see,
the road was paved on ashes
and you Alice, are burning far from me…