this is not meant to be logic

no, you don’t understand.

everytime you leave,

the door closes to the endless emptiness

in this room.

wash the salty traces left on your skin by this ocean of lonliness.

and when you’re not here –

you don’t carry the bitter taste

inside your mounth, do you?

no, you don’t understand.

everytime you leave, it is not a good bye.

it’s an untamable wildling.

(this ain’t meant to be a sad poem

but even the sun was sad today,

even the bubbles in the sparkling water

were sad)

no, you don’t understand.

it’s not enough, never enogh.

i can’t stand tall –

my heart is already heavier than my entire body

and the ground is always shifting under my feet

and also sinking, somewhat.

maybe you know what metal has the highest density

on planet Earth (with this bright mind of yours),

because I don’t.

no, you don’t understand.

my everything is nothing –

nothing to cling to, nothing to grasp.

I have melted this

stainless-steel heart

so that it could fill 

a cement box with

white walls

on the inside;

Don’t they make a pretty

match

– this box (with white walls on the inside)

and 

– this heart.

Kissing you

is drinking coffee,

bitter-sweet with that

aftertaste of

guilt.

kissing you is never

sufficient

but there ain’t no different

thing

you could give

and while i wash your smell

off my skin

like toffee candy,

too much caramel

you’ll shower your

mind inside out.

after this blunt torment

ends

shall we get back to our

shallow lifes lies.

Oil drops

spread

On the humid surface

of the asphalt

On the perfectly horizontal ground

of this hemisphere of

planet Earth,

On the cold side of my soul

On the fragile part of me

And

Undefined,

Just like rainbow colours –

Could you be the oil drop

I will be water,

I will be asphalt,

I will be anything for you,

Then.

Decembrie, pentru ca Unele suflete Poarta numele lunilor. Cu aglomeratia de Craciun si pustietate interna Cu zapada, cu viscol si nopti lungi. Cu aburii vinului fiert cumulat in pahare de hartie, Asemeni aerul dens dimineata. Revenind la frigul ajuns in oase, la intunericul prelungit dincolo de limitele rabdarii. pana la urma, luna decembrie e una la fel de grabita ca toate celelalte.

You could not sleep And you woke me up, too To, to, to. To share the heaviness of the night. The heaviness of the thoughts, Of the breaths. The what came next; I woke up to the blue eyes Caressing my skin. Hungry. And you woke up so much more, I would better run. Run, run, run. Hungry, empty, alone.

Eu, Tu

in ploaie torentiala 

cu sufletele leoarca,

cu glezele impreunate

mana mea, mana ta…

Eu, Tu.

Curcubeu –

Victorie circulara,

fiecare la cate un capat.

Zambetul tau de cauciuc

Si razele care

Ne patrund trupurile translucide

Lasand

Umbre elastice

Pe asfaltul aburind.

Eu, tu

Ecouri oarbe

Cui ii pasa de viata,

Cui ii pasa de moarte.

Imi sprijin tampla (visele)

Pe buzele tale.

January Excessively bitter, Each breath is a sip of black coffee. This rain- so bizzare under the heavy silence of the city. with my wet feet,and my fingertips that got numb. I have been holding the plastic cup With the excessively bitter coffee For too long;

Are umeri frumosi si rotunzi, Toamna; Poarta mirosul frunzelor arse Departe. In vaile cu case-mbatranite, Peste firele lungi de fum Si subtiri…

Se agita in priviri aprigi Amestec de vant si castane coapte Si-n serile de octombrie, Zari indurerate Si-n soarele tarziu, Resturi de flori de cais.

Are umeri frumosi Si Rotunzi, Toamna noastra.

Be patient, Gold drowning Into the emptiness Of forever. Take a sip of The salted water, Fill your head with wet sand, Sunset. Imagine you’ve Grown wings, Imagine you’re Above everything. Your soul so Light, Imagine despair being blown away with the dust. Old photograph, Sunset. Look at the world, Your eyes widely Shut. We are the time , Wings spread Apart. I’m not afraid anymore, not afraid of dancing in the dark.