Gabriel Nicolae Mihăilă

there’s a lighthouse in each of us the light isn’t for seeking help but for those in need lost if the light is consumed the inside is no longer inhabited it’s toxic

chaque jour est différent c’est comme si je changeais un motel peu cher avec un autre dès mon entrée dans la chambre, la tapisserie de plus en plus pâlie semble défier la frontière où le sang

if I see any more blue in poetry I’ll start sniffing methyl blue to understand it if I see any more raindrops I’ll make the rain fall with clouds and all maybe that way your totalitarian feng

I am sitting in this waiting in this longing like in a salty sea I have 10 swimmers on my conscience because I stole their gift of swimming only to be able to reach you faster darkness’ femur

yes her world was a dress a bit too large the size of a small fortress through which rebellion winds were blowing swiftly you never knew from which sleeve she would come out to pinch

a season in which hearts open like water lilies to be picked by angels and offered to God in which the blood twirls inside until we get dizzy and lose our way in which touches become

gone are the days when my heart was like a crowded temple on a Sunday and the new comers were faithfully waiting at the entrance for the temple to expand in order to receive them the resting of

à propos de l'amour j'ai appris que c'est une morsure de coing ce qui reste la plupart du temps dans la gorge lorsque la terre se rétrécit tellement qu’elle ne peut pas couvrir la solitude au

my longing is the mumbling of a haunted forest where i used to walk tall my shattered eyes are the devil's bones spinning in the emptiness between my temples i don't have a wide desert in

your smell is all over autumn's blood flows inside in all the places you are missing coldness squeezes my flesh like a polar night until the color is a train without passengers stopped in the