sâmbătă, 18 iunie 2016

mortii nu se cutremura

nu mai fac
efort
sa fac efort
sau
sa ma opresc
din

aaahhhh

ma relaxez
ma doare in pula
alerg cu pula sculata
prin cimitir

mortii nu se cutremura

marți, 19 aprilie 2016

of a tragic circumstance

Prayers go unheard,
striking skies with silent tears.. 
Shift of minded heart.
 Sursa imaginii si pagina artistului: http://www.javeyoshimoto.com/

miercuri, 6 aprilie 2016

paste dupa telefon si alte note

Ma reconectez cu Mama, cu parintii
cu Tata, cu devotamentul
cu palmele care transpira
pirauri de ape inspumate
din sangele lor.

 
Sursa imaginii

duminică, 15 noiembrie 2015

vineri, 6 noiembrie 2015

The brutality of soft whispers


I got lost, not cause I let go of myself to become something new
but because I abandoned myself of fear I was somehow not sufficient.

Eventually I stopped upon hearing a distant scream.. scared, alone, forgotten and angry, my old voice warned of death. Footsteps away - the crevasse of doom. My ignorant, arrogant gallop would have thrown me towards. And even more frightened of what was to come, I decided to turn.

Picking myself up again would be the hardest to do. For I was lost, in the deep dark woods, of my own wickedness.

Alas..  the courage of a knight was won.

luni, 27 iulie 2015

1837

Prin crapaturile mici
cel mai bine patrunde
veninul.

La inceput ca mierea