Category Archives: Figments of my reality

Agnese

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Dedicated to a cute girl I once saw while waiting for a plane…

Mornings may be cold in France
planes are sometimes late to part
nothing really troubles you,
Agnes, how do you do!

Are you going home?
someone dear is waiting you…
how long has it been,
did you miss them dearly too?

Agnes, I have seen you do,
I’ve staged conversations
with the left side of your left eye,
my dreams flew far with you…

And I’ve seen your hands
the signs are written there;
what’s the image in your mind,
is it beauty that is kind?

Mornings may be frozen cold
planes keep running pretty late,
I wish you flowers on a Sunday
and to hold your lover’s hand…

Lupul

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„Don’t delete the kisses!”
unde te-ai ascuns?
sunt un lup născut în lumea din oglindă;

Alice aleargă după stele;
e mov,
sunt mov,
stelele și noi –
doi…

Într-o seară ai spus „I am a lucky girl”
și nu am auzit
și nu am crezut
nu am gândit,
e dimineață și caut vocea,
e soare și nu te găsesc,
cine ești?
dar eu cine sunt?
nu ești tu răspuns…

Alice…
ești tu oare?
te caut curgând estuare;
mă preschimb în sare
tu ești o apă
vom fi o Mare,
haide să scufundăm vapoare!

și sunt un lup, am blană sură
las urme adânci –
fără teamă,
îți voi picta trupul cu gura…

Alice III

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Hey there Alice, how do you do!

I have found a song that makes me think of you,
of all the evenings skating long past bedtime
and some funny dyed star that you could not see,
Alice,
I remember everything…

It’s a song I sang with you,
coffee in the shower, cigarettes after sex
we did not need pretexts
nor a book to guide us through,
love was blank for us to write
“I would have done everything with you”
I wish I’d do,
go up that hill once more with you…

Alice dearest, how do you do!

It’s a song I listen to
filled with autumn leafs and Bible queries,
one way or another
we’re going far and even farther,
for true sinners there is no earthly border
and I already confessed,
my fears killed the best I never had…

Sing with me
skin on skin, and the space between,
a little prayer
it’s alright, as I am fading out,
don’t let me fall
a high pitched toll will break the wall,
Alice,
put your arms and pull me under…

Alice, I do!

Transformation

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I am growing feathers
my skin is getting dark
eyes see further, it is high
I am turning into a crow….

Save me from my own denial
come like a yellow prince;
I burn with every word
nails boiling from the plague,
this is the path I took,
I sip water to washout the truth
and my book is filled with hollows,
will you love me?
shall you see?
my heart is growing tired
live to it or let it be..

I fly too high
I burn the eye that sees,
like Icarus I tend to breathe
but pillars fall and bridges die,
hold me once
hold me tight
and love me from the silence
adore me from the dark,
I’m looking for a brother
I am searching for a sign…

I am black
my nails are sharp
feathers dark and feelings high,
this is why
the love is kind…

Sunday mood

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You make me smile and I bring you waffles
there are roses in a jar and the coffee’s whistling,
hidden once more under the blankets
I read you stories from the morning paper
and Steve ran out and is waking up the neighbors…

Your opera stance is mostly garbage
but you have all of Mark Knopfler on vinyl
and that’s really fine for my dancing skills blow,
but when out walking our steps rhyme
and when indoors crying it’s like everybody died…

You worry too much where I imagine crazy stuff
and it’s bad for cholesterol and for both our hearts
but you make me smile and I make you pies,
I am an ungrateful bastard every once in a while
so I write you poems and you tend to forgive…

“Your mistakes are your best teachers”
no word about chicken in your fortune cookies
so I promised to stay up to the journey’s end,
when you look up at me I get warm and fuzzy
and hands lock like lovers on that bridge in Köln…

You gave me a painting and so many books to read
I have the plant you brought to groom and grow
and I live in France and have croissants everyday,
there’s a place you also love where I’d like to go
it’s up in the mountains not far from home…

Poemă deșirată

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Poemul de bază se compune dintr-un singur cuvânt, iar cuvântul care să exprime toate sentimentele mele într-o ordine descifrabilă este în continuare de negăsit. Am vrut să scriu o poezie, am încercat să încheg versuri, să adaug rimă după rimă, fie ea și albă, fără succes. Literele refuză să compună cuvinte, iar acestea din urmă nu răspund chemării mele ci se împrăștie după o regulă mai mult sau mai puțin browniană. Sentimente. Totul pornește de la sentimente și se termină cu sentimente. Motivația fiecărei acțiuni este într-o anumită măsură o simțire. Dragoste, foame, furie, teamă, frig… Și ce faci când tot ce îți rămâne în suflet e o vâltoare, un haos, o furtună ce răscolește și rupe fâșii din orice sens și care alungă orice speranță de ordine și frumos? Din contră există frumos și în mijlocul unei furtuni, dar pentru a înțelege trebuie să te poți delimita de vârtej, ori să fie vorba de furtuna altcuiva.

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Reasons

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There must be a reason,
for each passing day there is a page of writings in your book
and a mark of every moment meant to fall,
what if I had the eyes to read?
and what if I knew each word you had to say,
wake me up before I cry
and pour little lies in my ear tonight,
I will find the shrine,
I shall bring back light,
will your fire burn on the last day of our time?

There must be a reason why a flock will kill the one that shines,
I’m a lonely wolf with a blue heart
and a stab in the rust seems to be too fast,
I have to slowly go,
my hands turning to clay day after day,
I grow roots out in the cold
and my heart grows as it was foretold,
go my children go,
forests so wide and rivers so long,
you are my blood and you’ll carry my song…

Days of Epoh

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Let’s get lost in heaven on the streets we walked back then,
it was cold, there were flowers going high
and our steps were mixed with laughter,
Sunday evenings in the park turned to nights in deep December
and the dark just made us bright,
you and me together –
let’s get lost in heaven, two stars on the northern sky
I will love you dearest till the last breath of my life…

I’m a dreamer, I will never loose my faith,
teach me how to walk this Earth
I confess to all the wrongdoings of my words,
they turned your bones to fragments of the sea,
let me build again a house to share in every city that we’ll be
we’ll have an orange dog and I will make you tea,
you will be my eyes
and I will fight the demons that we meet…

Let’s get lost in heaven and bring back joy,
all you’ve seen it’s still in there, the love is never gone,
I am not a stranger, I did wrong, I repent my soul,
let’s drink another coffee on the right side of the Rhone…

Coldplay

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Falling out of paradise,
they dragged me down and broke my spine
and the glory
all glitter that I had is gone,
and I must forget,
but devils are dancing circles in my head –
I’m haunted;
dust is covering my tracks
it’s just the name I have I can’t forget,
I rose prayers to the only god I had
and He cruelly listened so I’ve left,
if I’d hold you tight as you once said
will my heart stop and my soul turn red?
the dream is fed with blood and need,
and I am people wondering –
I hope you understand
the stars are purple to the end…