I was always superficial sarcastic arrogant
I never believed in what I thought said whatever
I filled up my lungs with sand and then I cut the chest It was my only way to create and once
I feel remorse arises the kind that providence feels about all that exists deaf passion of tears convicted dreams without hate and hate everyone who wrote until me all the writers who got what they
it could be thursday evening
exactly as it was a week ago
or
one month
you could show me the clock on
the casino
the approaching train from sinaia
the empty place in front of …
… seen
in the corner there are 3 empty boxes thrown with a thoroughness of detail that exceeds the sharpest macros
a rusty piece of metal with carefully placed nurofen tablet
a red vinyl couch sees a
jostling among the dunes
ate a strange-shaped wooden
I think cedar
small crabs marching
through the sand
I looked at her lost …
green eyes
blonde
sun burnt
lips cracked
nose in the
andrew
become a shadow
working feverishly
red blue yellow white mixed
black frost and glows epiphany nothingness ... chose painstakingly pigments
color palette in his own hand
gradually
so the wind cheers
ann
I remember
your definitions
the peacefully house
some hanging flower boxes
the burning solitude
an untold look
yes
I remember the magic sands
that
I remember that between your fingers
grew
my fingers
ann
perfectly fit
I remember you wrote
once upon a time
je veux dessiner un mouton
this moments were
and will not ever
ann takes off the sweater
squat down next to
me
feel
the silence
room is old
tiny
dressed tablecloth
smells like freshly washed linen
through the window
the bronze rider
my room is tiny
the city lights are visible in the attic
moonlit nights face me mr sima
maria jason dragos
and ann
yes
ann..
...ann is smiling helplessly
like somebody took her
here I met you
ann
at the reception of the four seasons hotel
sat in a musty armchair
and
fattening your lungs
with
good duch tobacco
dry vodka martini
your disciples are dragged
I\'d like to be
the neck surrounding your throat
feverishly and uncertain
first
and impetuous
I\'d like to feel what you feel
and
to touch what you touch
to sit in your eyes
to be the
every time I get in the car
I try to remember
where to go
if there is a destination
I decided not to keep anything
memory\'s
the day we meet the day I kiss
kiss you make love
make love to
má
when I found you
it was a summer like this
I wanted to go without a whisper
I could hear you promising me
that
you\'ll be my woman
seeing you
yes
means I lose I
I do not know if I loved her
I do not know if I would like to gather the world to show me the finger
a simple turn and I know I know what to think wind ceased
I learned her name out there
a slope down
the lamp lit
the reddish radiance
and all the words
a slope up
outside
inside
before my eyes
a day without day days in night
slow rhythm
and
I sketch your