Category Archives: Versuri ciobite

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…

Artă poetică

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Poezia mea nu este lege scrisă-n tablele de piatră,
nici jurământ luat spre veșnicie
și versul ei nu este testament pentru cei ce sunt ori au să fie…

Cuvântul ei e sevă de simțiri,
statuie fără ceară în temple firave de speranță
și vocea ei e teamă
și pasul zări de neștiut;
poezia mea e suflet sădit în țărână roditoare,
e neliniște precum și calmul unui cer de seară…

Poezia mea este născută-n întrebare
și ritmul ei este o inimă ce doare
și strofele sunt brațe încleștate într-o fluidă îmbrățișare,
e dragoste aprinsă și dulce căutare…

The Dream

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I dream,
I learned to fly…

Fifty thousand words I wrote will lift me up to see the sky
and stars on the cold night,
cement under me,
wet –
I’m lost among all hearts I touched,
a part of me in every hand I hold
and memories…

I am a tree,
and branches fall
and fruits fell deeper when autumn called,
love never fades,
my hands are tied
and I can not stop the dream…

A child has died
and chances are for those who dare to bleed,
we’re going to war,
drop the swords and kneel for the free
and let it fall onto me,
my dreams…

Dirty thirty

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Dirty thirty, life is gone astray
shuttered glass, a bloody mess
with a word I shot her down
broke the strings and played along…

She was water, I was fire
burning hearts with wild desire,
wicked dreams and unchained will
I was made to run hot steel…

Hard rock bands and motor heads
I threw out the soul I had
and drew holes inside my chest
to pour out the deadly mist…

Thirteen bottles in the drawer
I raced one after the other,
years are lost and youth is worn
something must be very wrong…

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Bear with me

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I used to dream
I used to run from past midnight to almost nine,
I used to laugh
I used to dance from this corner to the stage,
and then she came
and there she was like fire burning in the rain,
she took a star and made it fall writing sparkles on my soul
and the way she pressed her cheek made me go into the deep,
I took her hand and changed the pace
left the year behind and start to race…

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Will I ever find my way?

Rebellion

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I’ve been just a guy on the streets of yesterday
waking at the dawn with the thought to kill,
just a poor man walking daily to his fate
nothing good to loose and nothing good to gain,
he pushed me hard to become a star,
to the limits of my soul pulling stones afar,
if it weren’t for the music I’d be surely dead
crawling like a cockroach boiling in the sand…

And since glory’s growing out of shame
I got all these questions popping when she came;
like Shirley Temple wasn’t cute enough
my sweetheart’s smile was a mold in gold,
greeting all the loving words she’s told
I grabbed her hand and held her in the cold,
close to me she made my heart belong
and sorrows in her bones I cured them all…

God knows how could I’ve been so wrong
and neglect to cry when I was falling down,
her mouth had words that could cut the flesh
it’s only so much pain that one man can stand,
a summer Sunday morning the silence fell
whiskey, vodka and cigars on the bed of Rhone
a girl in white dress made my heart rebel
and where there was light the darkness veiled…

And I am lost in the countless words I’ve said
yet the truth is plain and simple and must be fed,
I’m gonna leave that scar in my chest to breed
to find the remorse and cure my burning need,
I can tell the facts apart but cannot cut this chain
I’m gonna walk away from things I’ve known
to pick up the pieces and rebuild my own
will I ever reach that day to soothe my strain?

 

 

Eastern girl

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Traveler from another time,
wondering eyes and only child of true fate,
she arrived one day to town with a bag of clothes and thoughts…
Miles and miles she left behind
with friends and lovers and the life she grew accustomed to,
she came so far and she’s always going to…
Eastern girl how do you do!
Haunting eyes I’ve seen won’t let me fall asleep this evening,
they’ve forged themselves into my mind
much alike a curse from ancient times…

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…

Destăinuire

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Drumul meu e o cărare rătăcită în preerie
și noaptea nesfârșită ce i se așterne geme după vise,
dar eu presar sare peste pașii mei…

Am ales să îmbrățișez în mine multe dar puține șoapte
și răsuflarea rece stinge focul,
stau stihiile închise în turnul unde timpul joacă zaruri
și port o piatră durată în legile nescrise,
căci calea duce în pustiu și în brațe port răspunsul..

În seara nunții noastre n-am să albesc păcate ruginite,
nici stele n-am să chem peste cuvinte
ci fi-va dorul meu un far ce cheamă Marea-n legăminte,
și stânci din pieptul meu au să coboare
și gânduri nestemate și dragostea ce aduce dezlegare…

Și strig cerului să mă așeze peste zări de necuprins
să clădesc din ochi frumosul,
și adânc în Mare să mă pierd, în Ea pierdut cu totul,
stejar cu rădăcinile curate…