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…

Haide să iubim un copac împreună,
cu brațele-i crengi și ochii muguri de lună,
și-n trupul de scoarță cu mâinile goale
să-i curgem izvoare și un cântec de seară…

Haide în codrul uitat de întrebare
să căutăm adâncuri ce n-au ceas ori vară,
să sorbim dintr-ânsul sevă neîncepută,
cu dragostea curată și frunte luminată