Category Archives: Scrisori de dragoste

Cider Blues

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I got this bottle of cider and Janis on a disc
lonely, hurt, I write you letters
and my soul jumps a little bit,
the words seem incomplete
all I need is a hot summer on my cold street
a mustang that never gets tired
and your hands down my hips…

I tilt my head onto the rhythm
the mouth spreads lies
and other sweet things you’d like to feel,
I wonder
what in the whole world I could’ve said
so outrageous, wicked, so bad
that got you on that early train….

And I got the blues baby
it’s pushing the desert in me
my sunrise caught me dreaming
this silence is an old stoker,
but all I need is a hot summer on my cold street
a mustang that never gets tired
and your hands down my hips…

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…

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?

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…

If You Foreget Me

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Mosaico del poeta chileno by Rodrigo Fernández

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

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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…

September 33

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It was late night September 33
moments after serving cake on candle light,
the groom got sparkles in his eye and everybody cheers –
we are dancing,
worlds apart we are never near
and messengers go back and forth with fear,
coming down from stars in purple dress
once burnt it turns to dust nonetheless…

It was two past midnight on September 33
I got a cab ride from the venue to my dreams
and glitter shines above the petrol park
while my best friend walks in tandem silently,
I would have lit a cigarette, would have drank some wine
but words was all I had and sent them all to you,
the page I turned was empty painted blue
and I became a stranger sailing through…