Category Archives: Drumul spre mine

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…

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…

Wif

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What if,
what if my words are coming out,
to summon monsters from a child
if each of roads I take splits after a while
and no book wants to stay forever on the bookshelf that I choose?

Let me share the starry mornings after blacking out the night
having coffee in the garden on a swing under the grapes,
love builds pouring wine onto your lower lips
and in confession kneeling to the priest,
darling, don’t forget to kiss….

Do not sip, open up and have this drink
we’ll be crying playing bands from ’96,
all I cared for leave in Tromsø hiking daily in the woods
long have rusted our dreams on a German royal bridge
and in days my nights be spilling seeking for a better self…

What if each of steps this stairway asks be taken brings one closer to the Sun
and so my wings are inked in blood and not glued feathers on
for once to taste the ale with Muninn
planted seeds to grow an army;
what if I must write this story with the ashes of the old?

Testament (II)

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In the night that came around
just before the demons fed on dreams unaccomplished,
I have seen the stars,
one needs darkness for the light to show
and nothingness makes place for everything to happen
when hope is in the trade time’s a moment repeating on itself…

I am in the present written from a book that’s spared
hired as a preacher selling truths,
I scar inside and change the fate of those who look
ask me for a question that may open minds,
for silence rides a racing horse that wins
and grass grows where only dust remains –

The last scribe hunts words shaped in coal
an understanding offered to an altar in the desert,
why push forward when the heart is heavy
in the total absence of ideas
kneel before the center of existence
and cry a prayer as a sentence burnt in stone…

The passage

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I have met her in a dream
where the nights refuse to stay
and I am driving to the mountains left side from the sea,
have a calling for the heights
and got a house to build,
my two arms digging making place for roots to fit –
oaks to grow up in our garden
for our kids to play;
showed your soul through opened rib-cage at occasions
and the bleeding pulled your madness to the surface,
in the battle to exist
you did misspell the road to glory…

I have met myself through life
an old men always feeling younger,
I do not dream but did imagine
all the terrors locked in bottles of their own,
it took some time to learn the lessons
took a lifetime to remember words of wisdom written in the clay,
my second mother left a testament for loving
words were few but burnt in deep,
and did I listen?
I recall the war as I do the taking my goodbyes
hoping that beyond the havens she is very much alive…

I have met my army marching
their feet naked and the hands up in the air,
counting stars when nothing’s left to trust
they slide one after the other in the gutter,
I loved her once, I’ve got a photograph misplaced somewhere
but nothing could have guessed the silence to become,
when the grass turned greener everywhere
while my backyard covered with a yellow scent,
the Doctor wrote me medication
and I fell asleep once more,
dreaming of a calling for redemption,
dreaming of a different world…

Wildflower

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I threw the dice before last night,
in the fortune cookie was a letter asking to be read
and the chariot ran down south,
never got the telegrams she sent so far…

One morning sitting on cold pebbles by the sea
my feet caressed by ferries in the chanting mousse,
I tear down all piece of garment
getting lost into uncharted deepest blue…

Going closer to the bottom is a mirror
looking through is my heart unsettled,
how to love when forgotten where to see the stars
I need a prayer and a lecture from the Psalms!

Alice if there’s really you
there is something that I’d like to ask you to,
tell me what’s your real name –
so by spelling it I’ll find my why…

John the Baptist

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I write with a drink,
the words that I sip
and pour them down all over your hips…

I forgot your name,
how does one say when you bring water that turns into wine,
I shall call you Alice –
it suits you as one that still lives in a wonder,
how can that be?

As I did not learn your name,
at dusk I shut blinds and locked up the door,
we did not have a dog for we could not choose a name
so each time it asked we’ve fed him blue dust
and then just hoped…

You are a little girl, you wander a lot,
your steps are not measured but my sail wind is,
and your tears paint red
a whole sea has changed,
before going to bed…

I asked the skies for wings to fly
so branches came out of my two eyes
and each time a nest opened my chest I felt I could step on a cloud;
one day they left,
children of mine, to age and build up the same…

I speak days and recite the nights
with leaves that fall under the weight of so many stars,
and as you put your back into the ground
I kiss your skin and hold you into my arms….

And I start to drink
a bottle of the words that I fear
and I’d be soon drinking the sea…

Leap of Fate

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November’s gone, it’s been a while
and March may never come again,
it’s one step left to fill the distance
I wonder what it takes to fly and what it takes to fall,
toast and coffee in the morning
dining scarcely long past dusk
the perfect equation is what I’ve drawn on paper
life is square and love seems measured,
is this the leap one’s asked to take
when rains come cold in late December,
pouring wine and making pudding
all is white yet nothing to remember…

I, the Sun

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I’m a lover, I’m the Sun,
wondering reason and a question in the making
If I’m breathing tell me why
will I love you, will I be the One?
arms unveiled to the skin
when I’m walking do I ever sing?

I am slowly falling,
will you care to hold my hand
the words are all the same…
show me that you care,
steps towards the lightning
write me stories if you dare…

I’m a sinner, rolling in the dark,
feet cold no shoes I am drawing stars,
and the water in your eyes
wash my chest don’t say goodbye
my arms are growing feathers
we are angels nursing prayers in the night…