Muresan Laura

Electrocuted and pinned to the wall Spear through the chest Deep clouds start to fall The succubus woke up from its weekly rest Sucked all the energy out And found the body as its nest.

I have to let her go for her to be happy. I have to let her go for her to he happy. And thus me. I have to let her go for her to be happy. And she is happy. I have to let her go for her to

Inhale your exhale Follow each line to its end Touch every curve and downfall See, taste your heartbeat Just with my eyes Just with my heart Just with my feeling My own undeniable lonely

Tie fear of rejection to the natural impulse of doing what you feel And there you have it Tie love and desire for affection, to distance and lack of touch There you have it Tie kisses and

What I am trying to do is mostly axiomatic I simply want to be emphatic Still this purpose is seldom problematic For emotions can be electrostatic And my heart wants to persevere And thus my

And then I met you Among all those grey people You were red, then blue and Then I discovered you were Shining with all the rainbow’s colours. How could I not fall into that light? And I

We, human beings, are strong and intellectual creatures. We can seldom stare opportunity, change and decision right in the eyes. But, there is a but… We are complete idiots!

I want to scream my lungs out And every sound to rip a part of my pain, To reach then all the tears I have not shed yet And make them unreal from this moment on. For if this trial remains

Sometimes...it hurts the most! It hurts even more than infidelity, more than a conflict between two individuals involved in some kind of a relationship, not only a love

I was there, in that place where the words are sweet and the oranges even sweeter. Where freedom ran through my veins. And I am no talking about the physical one, but the one

I am currently a photographer. I used to be a cartoon drawer artist. Now that I think better, I used to play the piano. And I was a great guitarist too. Between these last two jobs I helped

Dehumanize yourself This is the message the world sets forward all around us and, sooner or later, we get to perceive it. Sooner or later we WANT to be hit by that conclusion with the purpose to

… I love someone with my heart and mind. As weird as it seems because everyone says they love others merely with their hearts, I’ve come to realize that my mind also has a big contribution to

Spikes are falling softly on every step I represent Because of the wall that was torn down without consent And thus let the snow rush to leave me broken in strings Again and again on a deserted

An intruder without warning I thank God I am not you! I’m ecstatic that I don’t let people into my life so easily, Giving them a chance to help me heal, Trusting them, believing they would not

I want my soul to take over my body Again and again until it wins the war. I want my mind to control my soul When reality knocks at the door. Still I want my soul to run free Whenever it needs

Where should white fall? Over blue and blue once more? It’s snowing in the room, stranger. You’ve a bucket of paint in the hand. And will you use it? Remember the blue. It will

Something happened too late than it should have. Maybe it’s fair, maybe it’s just as it should be. Someone’s making a move, but I don’t wanna see, I don’t wanna hear, nor think nor shorten the

She was trembling for more than 8 hours now and her blue face matched each curtain of the room. Where’s the frightening euphoria if not in the body of a long lost girl? True in nature, merely a

I’m a fool Among clouds and wishes, I’m a fool standing towards the door With beer in a tree and cigarettes in two hands I choose the highest mountain And the courage is where? Living instead

I can’t stop seeing myself through you, The one before me, the door I can’t notice, The window so cold that freezes these scars Until they hurt even more. It’s amazing! I swear, I never felt this

How can the same irrational approval … which, in the midst of it all, Incarcerated a strong thread of flawlessness… just erase the “next minutes”? … like the present was there, but not

The language of music echoes the colour of a simple sound. While its tap melodically paralyses each growing emotion And then, but only then... a guitar softly breathes two times at