Ecaterina Ștefan

The sharp teeth anguish similar to the dog in my last dream who had grabbed my hand is penetrating my body under my ribs, the autumn turns her coat the depth of the sea roars from its mute

don’t smile, don’t sit comfortably, don’t ask for champagne, the plane will fall. have you got another opinion? you must change it in this case. look at that bird its claws gripping the

As outside the street dogs were licking their own wounds, looking for people to caress them a little, the wolf was walking in a too small cage for his begged freedom, a sad body, always

It’s quite in the morning for the swing to be still tied. The people get out and do not come back till the nightfall Carrying milk and loafs in their bags. Sometimes their bags smell smoky. I

It rains outside the houses with roofs. It got dark. Over Chishinew there’s a big dark cloud, just enough for me to get my nose stuck outside the window. The linden tree grew up another floor

I don’t know what am I searching for. My spirit gets to a rigor mortis. Nothing from what I need is important. It’s more important the way the others see my future, those who are more authoritarian

and the world did not change. I wake up at that hour the dustmen turn over their garbage boxes with noise, turn the water on, wash my hands with the same movements, prepare the tea, pour hot

He wants a grafitti. I make a green point on the ground, by that huge tree. He draws a green circle around. I’m moving away, I’m thinking of Images. When it dries up, I’m coming back, Get

the wall of my block of flats, the street, the statue, the song, some specific words everything makes you remember step by step the way your past is cracking and belongs no more to you but to

A cough deep into my chest. An empty noisy space in my tracheas, I can’t tell how’s it in there and why It’s not going to come to an end. I would change it for a waiting or for a distance, I

To go by train to nowhere, to lose yourself behind a hill's end to go straight to the open horizon, till my feet are bleeding, to be far-far away from the people training a smile on their

For so many years we heard fake and bombastic ideologies about a perfect country, that I almost feel like I’m going out of my mind. Sadly, one more lunatic won’t make the streets cleaner. Everyone,

Literature being written today has come to be a sort of refuge for the weak, a refuge for all the things that make you pathetic and pitiful. The absence of foundation, the handful of dirt, chasing

Moldova, April 7, 2009, didn’t you get your doze of fatality yet!? You sleep in cement, you hide after the idea that Divinity exists!? You’re waiting For Hitler to fuck to you some ugly

I am David It was incredible. Beyond dreams Smelling and i feel happy I am so stupid. I think Duty free shop I really dreamed you I will try to walk in all your shoes I will live with you in

Motto: “I close myself like a cloud in a wall/ and don’t leave any bridge after me” – Leonida Lari you have friends, books, women you’ve rended away from all I have nothing but this poem

I reach the sunset’s movement/ I hide myself in people’s blows/ I dissipate between guffaws/ in the fall the planet’s epidermis decays/ dreaming the early periods We move the peace through all

today i saw an old and deaf-mute woman I understood her, from the signs she was doing when speaking to another old woman to live a life without hearing sounds is worse than sleeping without

morning has a pleasant smell/ the air is damp and dense as a breath of winter/ I go / my steps are not on parallel lines/ so I think/ I wanted very much a guitar after I saw a poster with harry poter

a candlestick actually two piano notes a small support harp a bowl with wax staves books a bicycle from sixties it does not fall two doves on the same street they know each other