I miss your playful voice
climbing
up to my ear,
I miss your unreal embrace,
and you
being here,
I miss your eyes
and your smile
and those lies of yours
and how
you\'re usually caught
Could this be love at first sight
or could it be
I\'m just losing my mind,
Could this be I\'m in love
and for real,
This awkward pain
in the head of my heel,
Could this be I\'m alive once
It started spreading bullets
going right and left
like black and red colors
in the roulette\'s grand theft,
And we smiled
as the half angel
losing its eye through the bliss,
in danger to be
I don\'t go to the shore of some lake
to write my poetry,
nor do I go embrace the tail
of the snake
to find my rhyme of the heavens,
I don\'t go high on the mountains
to search for the me
Purusha breaths
from underneath
through my smile and my tear,
She breaths the sky within
and she feeds
her fingers on the outside here,
she loves in frames
and she listens in
isn\'t the destiny of the wolf
to go in for the sheep,
and isn\'t the destiny of the tear
to go loose for the weep,
as it is for the dreams
to put the sickness into the sleep?
She kisses me like a lizard
with her long lost tail,
brushing her lips onto mine
like a violent blizzard
counting the wounds
soon to be risen
out of the skin of the sorrowful air,
Like some
Dark woman sailor,
ocean born entertainer,
take me onto your ship,
and undo my bones to a footstep
as a continuance ladder to
the leg of your trip,
Dark woman sailor
won\'t you let me
We want it so,
but then again
we don\'t want it,
We carve for it in stone,
and we crawl for it
but only in the dark
and almost only after midnight,
We burn for it
and we urn for it
like
Metallic wings
and magic rings,
It\'s all forgotten now...
Blitzkriegs
and serpent dreams,
it\'s all forgotten now...
Death and honor
and seeings
on higher grounds,
all forgotten
de mi-ar putea zgaria mana
si apoi de mi-as putea-o alungi
pana la capatul lumii,
sa-mi simt durerea coborand vai
si urcand munti,
intalnind oameni si intamplari
si copaci urcand trepte
de am putea da jos cadavrele de pe noi
sa fim in sfarsit goi
pe de-a intregul...
de am putea putea zambi in sfarsit
cu altceva decat cu buzele
si cu ridurile unor imbujorari perfide,
de
sunt ingerul...
stau departe de umbre
pentru ca sunt agatat de ochi
in brazdele de lumina,
prin vernisaje rupte,
prin catacombe
si eclipse de soare,
ma tin departe
de amaraciunea divina.
I am the winter
I am the snow,
I am the splinter
in the wings
of John Doe,
I am the sky,
I am the moon
the light of the thunder,
the scent of the walls
breaking into perfume,
I am the
nu vreau totul,
vreau sa iau cu incetul
fiecare dintre acele putinuri
ce imi tot dau tarcoale,
nu te vreau pe tine,
mai intai zambetul tau,
si apoi pe rand
atingerea,
pasul,
incercarea de
dansez cu mine insumi prin noapte,
maine trebuie sa ma scol la sapte
dar cine mai pune la socoteala si somnul
in marea ecuatie a visarii,
unde omul ce sunt se ridica pe varfuri
crezand ca va
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