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I loved the way she used to dress. Buttery white silk Victorian nightgowns and roman slippers Sliding on some pantyhose and putting on some dark green stilettos To get out of the house and smoke her cinnamon cigars At the decrepit cafe on St Jude’s Avenue, all my friends envied me For having such a beautiful, troubled older sister that made Giving up on life look so glamorous. Anyway, time has passed The nightgowns are worn out and covered by…

This morning when I opened the window it seemed  The sky wore a brand new set of colors, more spectacular Than the pinks and blue and yellow, the clouds Seemed of butter and milk and the sun was somewhere Far beyond the trees, their leaves seemed lit from within I broke to tears, sometimes the world is too much too handle Sometimes it feels like you were absurdly lucky to have found God’s fingerprints on your window Image @ unsplash

Zâmbetul tău e un compus chimic ciudat, e doloric și euforic, Îmi dau seama că e mult exercițiu acolo, e un zâmbet făcut Pentru cineva care nu-i acolo, e un zâmbet pentru portofoliu Te iubesc pentru el, dar nu mi-aș dori să fiu în locul tău Pentru nimic în lume – când ești actor, cum îți mai dai seama Când s-a terminat un rol? sursa imaginii: unsplash

Ce-ar fi dacă m-aș opune timpului, M-aș pune de-a curmezișul lui, gata, stai pe loc Nu mai vreau să îmbătrânesc, spune-mi Peter Pan  Al vremurilor noastre, sunt imuabil, sunt fără scăpare Doar copiii zâmbesc când îmi aud povestea, adulții Știu că-i tragic, știu că-i demn de milă, le pare rău de mine Oh, cum și-au dat ei seama de sensul vieții, cât de maturi sunt Oare cât timp poți s-o ții așa, fără să-ți pese, să aștepți Toată viața eliberarea…

I love my woman, she’s the best – this thing we have Transcends the good, the bad and the unpredictable Her bellybutton is the portal to another universe  In which words are utterly unnecessary, in which we are one In which she does not need me For poets without words Are men without a cause. Image source: unsplash

Take me someplace far away from here, where the sound Of death fills the air like flashes of lightning, where ground Looks like boiling water under the heavy rain, where nothing much happens Other than the spectacle of nature fighting weather instability I’ll sit down by the window and write my silly novels, my petty poems I did, indeed, have better days than this But when, I can’t remember image source: Unsplash

Se pare că am rămas împotmoliți într-o liniște toxică Primul care rupe tăcerea a pierdut meciul, luminile stradale De culoarea caramelului fierbinte au consistența Vopselei încă umede, pe un fundal întunecat și observ Că toate cuplurile din locul ăsta poartă bătălia lor O văd cu colțul ochiului pe femeia care se îmbracă În puștoaică, mestecând gumă cu aerul că regretă Fiecare alegere pe care a făcut-o în viață, ținând de mână Un bărbat între două vârste, care se simte în…

Domestic life is not for the faint hearted Mornings are ablaze with the glory of having survived Yet another sleepless night, 24.5 grams of coffee  Is the minimum dosage for getting the ball rolling On the ever so muddy road of Wednesday morning Tonight I’m gonna make an entire pot of popcorn After everyone’s asleep, I’ll listen to the corn popping In the microwave, sounding like muffled gunfire Basking at how life tricked me into letting me thing I was…

I took her in the most incredible place on earth A house up so up in the sky, its existence defied gravity In its extent, it’s terrace overlooked the vast dark sea Withholding infinite secrets, like one of us human beings The arrangement was fantastic; all it lacked was love She was frightened by the rushing emptiness of the cold Night air, the pale face of the moon, seeming So distracted among the hastening clouds, of the brutal sound Of…