Florin Hulubei

the neon light twinkling on the hallway like a motion detection sensor especially mounted to catch your heartbeats in the way downstairs to the copier and the fear, the intense fright that

the sound of fury is nevertheless a glass reflecting the upside-down of things disturbingly even a glass is just a shattering song revealing the depth of existence break these two and

comme un copieur géant dans le bruit des moteurs le soir multiplie le crépuscule sur les faces des passagers je ne sais pas si la lumière qui nous traverse rend visible la peur de ce que

out of the piston’s stroke and of the wagon’s flowing over the oily rails there is always a weak echo bursting forth, a metallic lament of the molecules only the mechanic knows deep from the

on the table in the kitchen the flesh of a nut - the wrinkled face of this morning bathing the wall light infiltrates through the wall tiles’ pores beyond them every atom a shadow of

we make way through the forest torn by the past day’s heat the sun stung in the soles by thorns leaves its blood to the horizon into a fauvist landscape’s dusk on my left, Manuela crushing the

there is something sounding in your look blowing off my sleep like a dizzy butterfly at midnight I hold a cigarette like it was a lunette I want to discover the unique sense through its

cavernous night the light of a remote star swishing the face of the retarded android plastic sheets over walls „come to the colonies where life is wonderful” „buy a pet, ’does not smear the

the noise gurgling into the eardrum like only a patriotic poem declaimed by a Korean child in honour of the great, marvelous, eternal one could aglutinantly torture the brains and then the

rain tracks on the windshield the rhythm spilling over the carbonized asphalt feeling like an informational torrent from away bytes running through aerial cables and the oscillating incarnated

all bridges in town hide within their structures an epiphany beyond them the world has always a face with another make up in inexistent colors implacable dusks passing over us in a

beyond the window immaterial world mixed clinks voices and glances carry in them a dazzling loneliness I can see you every morning sneaking among the things thrown upside-down all over

a serpent sneaking through the wet grass the morning comes lighting a red candle in the sky which amazingly turns into yellow at the sight of such a beautiful new day

the city is hardly breathing and everything borrows the smell of a sudden braking the transfer of fear from the stunned pedestrian to the sweating driver like millions of bytes sizzling all

smooth bundles of silence split the dense air of the station the thin light beam filters the dormant faces of the passengers accustomed to the perpetual solitude of the wagons passing through

Rain, like a cathedral humbling the city its greatness- the heart-breaking howl of a hyena far away, a dog’s barking his apathetic end, Uniform song breaking the symphony of thunders waters

A weakened shade of purple haze On struggling mind is spreading The hour pours in bleak drops Reflecting into shivering The light is paler in the dark That numbs the joyful dreamer The dogs

Seconds hitting the windscreen of life As if time would throw his skin away Apart from the hours of glass The white wolf of despair Is howling inside the crypt of days Frantic landscapes

my veins cut inside, the grey seasons of my mutilated dreams are playing chess withdrawal of the gods the desert is full of water only the blind ones can perceive its essence

Blues In memory of John Lee Hooker In the mornings I drink my coffee with Andalusian rum Vertiginous parades pass along the New York streets, Black people, blackberry, black coffee,