Lory Cristea

I love a young man whose bones are borrowed by the baby in me waiting for the birth and I take from this life from time to time, steeling, the things like corner stones for me adamising

Adam, your eyes await the apple To ripe on the bosom of Eve Who died carrying on to you tragically hurting, the truth. Upon her here they come the stigma in the book Or the inconstancy and

First the violins loose its sounds and its sense A white snow lyric`s griping though its sole An old song wtih red blooded thrillings of human soul It smells like green tea... quenching

at that moment we both knew that we shall have a day just for us when we should wake-up before everyone and like this, barefooted, we were climbing holding our hands until the acquiescense of my

When you weep , woman , all the water of the world It`s found out in your eyes as two lakes Wich mirrored the evening star in the hammock Standin` to drop in the sadness of clay When you leave

The way we put the days toghether can you feel? The final and last second that we borrow From the out day through the pudgy window Which through the night has Moon-teeth . From the whistle

Misunderstood secrets have shaded my door I open and nobody is in the doorway For a while I don’t draw the fastener To not dismiss my unknown fate. If only I could guess How many times I shall

From this autumn full of meaning I will pass carrying a hidden wound Burned by spilled tears A punishment taken without cause. The piano was hiding me among the flaps I was hiding in the song

I am a left-handed painter of sublime states Squanderer of smiles in the wind I re-find myself in a multitudinous uproar As a flower rooted in her house of earth. Rivers kneading beside

I was born as a fawn In a field of high clover In a secret time when the forest Weaved mysterious incantations And the witches came Women gliding serpentine Carrying their charge wrapped in

So what if I close my eyes in front of the Mirror And strip in front of my old books Your sight became speech Which says interminably To give up to my entreaty With eyes dug in the

From clouds of light pours your echo In drops of rain love again I don’t know why the grass accuses me Of being wooded clothed in leaves. Don’t contrive with cruel Ivy You are raining kisses

The Celtic Cross symbolizes one of the oldest cults, carrying the fingerprints of the existence of a divine force. With roots in the ancient eras, the Celtic Cross has a controversial position in

I am wondering... How old the stones are? and I am becoming a kind of numbed Like them ... Painting on their brow The day before... Like giving up For color`S love. The wind is coming from

I do not know if it is right To go to the Tropics Like you say . To take out all of our clothes , Covering us just with sand . Perhaps it would be nicer To take away all your brushes and

Do not seal my lips anymore and do not draw hearts on my chest \"you are too young\" decrees given because of fear of weakness how do you know when i was borned? Your fingers turned to

It is pretty cute the ink with I wrote On the sleeve of violet-blue sunset But you know the words order That are struggling in the diffuse light Like a pearl berry , scarlet You are flirting

Sleep , baby , with your head on my dreams Discharged by the fear of them uncoming true Time sent you to light up the stars In my soul , that is weeping wine Above the lips of your tears I

Those are not us Left - right Sweet glamour downfallen in sigh Hidden dreams in locked drawers Silent witnesses , cold spirits Assembled in the conclave of unspoken words The hopes are flowing

I am sitting in the small and quiet railway station , which my life is , and waiting the train . I am going to some place , and i do not know yet where . I am impatient , and it is been a long time

My young blood is boiling In this end of february, And it feels rustleing, gently breezing The coming of the green turning. My right temple is swallowed by a sweet pain, That invites me at a

Yesterday was one of those days... I left again for searching myself. I`ve got dressed with my most beautiful clothes To be sure that, if I`ll find myself, I will make a good impression Of what

Remind me to want you I don`t have time anymore to remember the way you use to be, but sometimes I dream that you were. You know better if you want just half moments, happiness

I wish I would have so much blue As much as i can`t embrace in my sight , To take half , and send it to you Every day and every night. I wish I fall because of so much love As much as I can`t