Category Archives: Dezlegare la vise

Hold on

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Some mornings are sunny and warm
others full of rain and cold,
some days are asking to be enjoyed
and there are days you’d rather not,
but baby hold on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…

Some trains are deserted and dull
as some are shared with half your town,
and the abandoned houses by the rails
there is always one of those somewhere,
but baby put your smile on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…

Some people are rushing by to work
others rest their head on to the left,
reading books or headphones in the ears,
people keep dreaming in the same terms,
but baby hold on,
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…

In Bratislava smoking pot

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I have met Marie Louise in the city in the night
and she asked me to a bar with her laughter and her smile
she was sitting drinking beer next to Zluty Jena Maika
and a band is playing guitar rock in words I could not muster,
I’m sipping pints in silence and my legs are lost in tremble…

And she is trowing glances back and forth
it stirs my soul and I hold my heart back not to fall,
Marie Louise is standing in the middle of this world
she does not talk nor does she need a gun to hold,
she’s dancing waves into my thoughts, she’s pouring love…

I’ve met her wondering the streets in Bratislava,
Marie Louise is coming short and looking for a lighter
I gather up my wits and make the distance to her side
and lean to learn the reason for the sparkle in her eyes,
in a single darkest hour out of many that I lived
I’ve met Marie Louise, I’ve met her with a kiss..

Song for the 30th of July

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This is a song for the 30th of July when the sun is up and it’s quite warm outside,
a metaphor for an indie rock band that I love,
pepper and spice on the mundane
I write words between commas for a dear friend,
he left for the west for a county where lives one of his mates
and people don’t stare
and deputy chiefs don’t care
when he rests his arms around his neck with a bit of neglect…

It’s a revolution,
his mind gave up unattended convulsions
and now he is gay in various ways
with the corners of his mouth up to the ears
we can all see his teeth holding his heart
while he’s racing on the Rainbow Road in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe…

I did not see it coming but was not a surprise
the pink cotton candy beard has been there all along
it always sang on a tune of it’s own
and the green paint in his hair,
all the small things, strokes and cuddles
and the cosplay in the pub where he’d always be Zelda,
it made us all think he was eccentric…

It’s a song for the 30th of July when the sun is up and we’re lacking direction
he’s left and we need inspiration
someone to recite the poems he used to,
talks about social mechanics and quantic design
we’ll never approach without a mind as his own,
it’s a song for more than a friend
a brother in arms
who’s finally found his very own arms…

Friends in time

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I write stories without end and every word just comes to life
each one pulls a brick outside and lets me weigh my dream,
I build up statues from the mud with faces hidden in the dark
an army for my lover’s heart to find a time to breathe –
I am dressed in blue and black, holding riddles from the end
you are poetry in motion avoiding rhymes with dearly caution,
blood is rushing through our veins filling pulses hand in hand
waves are sweating on the sand washing out the books I rent…

All the question marks be broken
seek no more,
close the eyes and feed this feeling to your soul
the beauty’s in the moment
dare to stay alive,
love me from the distance,
let me love you from afar….

I write feelings hoped to last and shed light into the dust
we’re both meeting friends in time we’ve known for a while,
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Chemare II

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Vino aproape,
să îmi petrec brațele peste umerii tăi,
vino să îți fur sărutul,
să îți presar flori de viță în plete,
ochi în ochi cu luminile stinse
vino să ne topim ca două piscuri de gheață,
apă sunt eu și tu ești o apă
și scriem portative cu unde policrome,
vino spre mine cu pașii de dans
să naștem amintiri pentru zile bătrâne…

Vino din nou
să scriem în doi jurăminte,
vino cu degete alunecând peste nori
vino cu sufletul însorit de flori,
să rostim într-un glas rugăciune,
și dintr-un trup tu și eu
să clădim temple pentru ziua de mâine,
haide acum să alergăm împreună
cu dor în priviri și inimă blândă
să așternem punți de foc peste veșnicii…

Run back in time

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Run back in time baby
you’ll go so far and you won’t see,
run back from a place I’ve been, that little house in est Berlin…

I remember you –
slow talk, glasses and a walk we took so late,
I gave you books to read
you gave me time when I would need,
I remember you –
that thin red dress you never had,
I showed you the stars
you showed me love and built my dreams…

Run back in time baby
go to a place we both can be,
run back from this cruel way, to a song we used to play…

I saw you there,
morning lights and thousand eyes to care,
you gave me chances
I’ll give you all of my days,
run back in time baby
don’t loose a moment of what it can be,
you asked me for a weekend –
do ask me for this life baby…

Run back in time my love
walk those steps and knock on hard,
run back from the yellow park, to the altar of our hearts…

Celei ce nu știu

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Am trăit decenii și am iubit stihii,
dar de e scris în stele, sigur ai să vii,
cine ești Iubito, oare tu o știi?
într-o dimineață vom fi din nou copii…
Părul tău e rupt din soare,
și ochii tăi sunt vii,
sărutul tău îmi naște gânduri ce nu știu,
cine ești Iubito, cine sunt și eu?
veșnicii romantici și tineri demizei…
Din ale tale brațe visele se nasc,
și glasul tău sădește emoții și nu știi,
vino lângă mine, Iubito ai să vii?
să fugim în lume, să scriem poezii,
haide mai aproape, dar spune de nu vii…

Who needs a name

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Who needs a name for beauty,
who needs a word for things to come?
we take them in our arms one at a time
and I write poems on golden leafs that fall,
fragments of a chapter that is yet to see the day
they float like shadows on the mirror of a lake,
who needs a name for kindness,
who needs a word for falling stars?
let’s wonder in the shinning
let’s climb a whipping tree in flower
let’s build a house with dreams,
and the sixty steps to wisdom,
we are going to walk one by one…
who needs a word for wonders
and who needs a name for the future
that’s written all over our souls,
that’s made up of our choices,
who needs a name for things we can’t control…