I woke up in the middle of the night Dreams about you can feel as unsettling As the most terrible nightmares Do know that I dread dreaming About your fearless smile And flirty eyes As much as I’m afraid of gigantic spiders crawling Up my skin But I can’t help it, can I? I close my eyes and I see you Rising out of an emerald water, alive and laughing in the spray A diminished moon lays against my window…
My best friend is such a talented painter He only paints with shades of blue He lost his wife to true love and french toast About five years ago and since then became utterly Uninterested with family life, but he is still a true believer; He believes his life is not defined by tragedy, Even though tragedy always hovered At its borders Patiently waiting to soil his paintings with black Instead of blue Image @ unsplash
I’ll never cease to feel extremely sorry For all the sorrows I didn’t relish in Bathing in pain and navigating tragedy Means of being alive and young and strong enough To leave them behind if not learning from each one of them So here I am, I promise to enjoy all the tears To savour all the screams, to nurture all the wounds And I’ll leave it for tomorrow to say hi to God for you Amen. Image@ unsplash
I went to see my favourite band just the other day Hearing their tunes felt as heartbreaking as it did back in 2014 Only this time around I felt removed from my friends and slightly anxious, Having had abandoned my small family for a few hours I leaned against a crooked tree and let myself be soothed By the electric guitar and Turner’s banging voice The air was so teasy with youth and organic smoke, my eyes watered, Lightning cut…
I once fell in love with a fantasy of a woman But she failed to live up to the expectations The fantasy had long black hair, sleek like liquor Streaming back in the wind each time she rode the motorcycle And her demure legs were showing above knee high boots Whilst the real version rode the bicycle everywhere Had her hair up in a ponytail, sweaty strands Stuck to her forehead We eventually split up Turns out she wanted someone…
Și-a păstrat sfârșitul de mai pentru cireșe Și sfârșitul de iunie pentru pepenii roșii A mers din piață în piață să-i caute pe cei mai buni Toți vânzătorii se jurau că nu există culturi Mai prietenoase decât ale lor 43 de pepeni mai târziu și tot atâtea dopuri Și e abia prima săptămână din iulie Nu cred că e sănătos ce faci, i-a spus cineva După ce au împărțit o salată de pepene roșu, busuioc și telemea Era exact genul…
Am un suflet românesc Pe care îl scot din dulap oricând Vreau să mă simt acasă Știe să trăiască onorabil, ca și cum Ziua de mâine n-ar fi deloc un loc înfricoșător; Când mi-ai spus că ar trebui să mergem Fiecare pe drumul lui A zis e ok, no problem, nu e ca și cum Nu am trăit și înainte de tine. sursa imaginii: unsplash
Let me into your house for the night Let me kiss your fingers one by one Let me imagine the future for us One that is breezy and sweet Like a summer cocktail Let me show you how easy it is To let yourself be loved Just let me in tonight. The weather is perfect The sky a glowing navy blue. Image source – unsplash
Today I feel so smooth, I feel so easy, so high, Became unbothered by the summer heat, by the maddened flies By the birds and the bees, by the honking, By the ‘I don’t love you anymore’s I let life unfold before me and hope it’ll let me live to see it Today I feel so powerful as I attach my worries To an itinerant cloud, strawberry peach colored and watch it Slowly drift away. image @ unsplash
When my mother laughed, it was from a slightly pained place When she gave advices, it was from her previous mistakes When she’d caress my hair she’d be so gentle Not moving hairs, but wrapping them in love As she’d caress in me only the bits that I had borrowed from herself ‘Now please let me rest, she’d say, after roughly an hour’ Of being together, returning wholly to the silent movie space of her room For which my outer…