Andreea Maresi

Serene sky is eclipsed by a rum line, a thin dark feather with a ancient and impious sign, scattering glitters of mystery full of obscurity, which broke the feeble mirrors of our obstreperous

A drop of sky’s crying falls heavily again, my heart is flying over clouds, seeing their magic which capture the spirit of my existence lost in this love so pelagic, wrapped by a cryptic

First file of sky’s diary Is torn by destiny In thousands stars Some of them so bright But others full of scars Which are lost in night Until the last page Without any gleam Or hope, only me

Frighteningly, you see the darkness, Your chemically spirit falls tight Letting you in black loneliness No one sight appears inherently, But far away of feelings full of fears; Because you wend

We are engulfed by destiny In his empirical power, We try to escape from disaster But inner rout is still cloudy, We flee after one wild flower, Almost impossible to find for a novice It’s a

Beyond the sky in my dim mind A red drop is falling down And I follow it like a blind; I spin with my optical crown, In a spiral of my crumbled soul, Discovering the lake of blood Blackened

Throughout time in despair, Breathless in a black hole, Far away of hope’s stair, You see the esoteric wind, Taste his harmonious smell And fall in your own soul Feeling the bells that

The sound of our heart thrills the substance Which buries every fragment of silence, Now, the frantic flames of happiness wander, The joy, the sorrow and the love will scatter. A mysterious

The time stops for your first and last kiss You feel paradoxically the death through necromancy This is the queer end of a world that you’ll miss.

Go away and come back to make me see What you felt when the smell of cherry Captured our souls, mirrored in destiny I didn’t know who you are and you kill me. Like a light and soft glass we’ll

Every time when we think of why to live here In this world which eats us and brings a tear, We aren’t capable of realizing the hindrances Whereon we step on, hiding our presences. If the life

The well stands near of a mystical tree I’m just alone, and it is waiting for me, I hear its sound which scares deathly Trying to explain to us about destiny. Its depth proves the length of

Cruel death, will you listen me in your disease? I barely hope that here are more than zombies, That in my trying is a fragment from death’s answer Which melts me… my blood is boiled by its