Daniel Puia-Dumitrescu

standing with him in the backyard watching the cutting trees you all write about Michael we talk only about those people who take their dusty one wheeled cars and drive them one handed they

I hate so much when you smile when children holding the eyes in their hands run in circles and shout each one louder and louder till the rain stops falling from the sky and starts climbing the

I still got nothing from you there are 6 days now since you have sent your last message last night we made love and we cried louder and louder you don\'t say a word and they call

today is another day the red car in front of your house tells me a better story than the van parked yesterday on the same spot I am spinning with my head in my hands spinning around and

smiling faces on your underware you missed school today people are very likely to pass without seeing you because you are so dark on the inside

my right hand is bleeding caught at the bedroom\'s door blood is pooring upwards April will come with its lambs we should look again for the angel of vengeance

people smile when you pass under their bedroom windows they can only see your head comming up and down up and down your eyes are always closed and it\'s always dark around you I never

my green-eyed girl dancing through the red fields in the evening all the opened cages trying to hold the air prisoner my green-eyed girl dancing through the space between moments when

down to Earth again singing Irish songs friends and enemies alltogether in a circle smaller and smaller moon-rocks falling burning the dust a duckling fighting to live another sunrise my

cliffs hanging from the sky last scream of a lamb already dead sheep mourn their last son no one to breed no life to live down fall down cry it aloud mouth open no sound nothing around guess

this white monk comes never too loud never too fast even when you sleep or even when you cry he comes like an angel and flames come around he brings with him fire he brings with him

do you remember the day when clouds were walking hand in hand and rain drops were dancing samba when people gave each other a hug when they met in the street do you remember do you remember

do you want to fly fly with me just two curves uniting gaps in the space to the country of far far away where smiles are alowed in the evening where time begins to flow cups from a strange sort

Dance with the dwarf dance till the end Cry again when he laughs around you Go with him don’t come don’t come You are an angel a pretty dark angel Just steel his wisdom don’t tell the

Opened tomb of a civilisation mortals and immortals gathered upon the table of a dead living skeleton abbey built by the time killed through royal hands hundred and ninety-nine steps in the

Dust flying on the wings of a dead bird sun burning its black body forgotten by time minute-by-minute closer to burst into flames charcoal wasps wonder around waiting for the red days of a

crazy raven dancing on my grave it won\'t last much till you\'ll hang next to your own brother eaten by hiens what a laugh! black bird on a dark page of my memory go away go away stop

So much rain trying To keep the leaves green Forgetting that gold is more precious Hearts dancing in circles Clouds falling from no sky No people no joy no birds no wings I tried reaching

Why Did you wish to be loved By the stormy wind or by the windy storm When you always had me Even though I am just a dream A simple thought that refuses to die Why Do you love all the

Get ready my sweet little child from time to time as you remember a flower dies only for giving birth to another get ready to be hanged on the outside of my sky sweet little just

So far Your footsteps on the memory Of you and me together On the shadow of our only dream Quiet as a sunrise from the sea Sand on the wings of the wind In an endless flight From everywhere

Borders on my forehead Still sleeping mourning and weeping With you without you only once a day Maybe it was supposed to be cold I don’t care anyway Look around Only friends trying to

Is such a long time since you\'ve been here for the last time! I don\'t remember how the roses look like, Nobody gives me anymore. I can\'t even feel their scent, Since I don\'t have what to