Dana Mușat

It’s all about perspective. And a little distance I guess. Some things are just better when viewed from afar. Take my face for example. If I sit down on my chair and look at my skin in the mirror

1. “What are you doing?” he asked rushing to her. “Look at it. It is so tiny”, she answered, holding out her left palm for him to see. “What is it?” “Can’t you see it? I thought you might not. It

Do you know why those stupid sensors that sometimes are in a house are good? Well…not for burglars and such stuff. Because who has time to arm the house every time he or she exits? No.

líneas amarillas Otoño pasos entumecimiento en la quietud * Fría Lágrima Marchitas cementerio Usted se sienta y escucha * donde la respiración oscuro, vivo o muerto por la noche el

私は目が覚めた 鏡の中の手のひらの発汗裸 雨が一滴ずつ 私からの検索

my pillow has two eyes and when I sleep their lashes fall so hard deep inside my eyelids that sometimes in the morning I wake up crying. dreams don’t mean anything they are just a

there are nights when life is passing by like that storm who stroke our neighbours house last night so stupid but so realistic that sometimes i believe in aliens yesterday i had a dream i was

small worlds in the sky like stars with personality spotted around

Curly screams a voice calling some leafs.

Love of corpses in the silence of the infinite, Falls in steps, leting out the wine of death; Spilts perfumes of incense and moschus A path to the sky, through limbo i shall pass. An old book

Tear of quartz on a foot of wood. Morning Fairy.

She rains with tears of oak tree On the porch of a hidden thought, Among pale dream flowers And blinks of clouds. She rains with forest tears On the edge of a purple sun, Among shards of