Silvia Goteanschii

I'm waiting for something bad to happen, my emotions are often a troop of horses on a huge motorway, I'm getting thin in the dark until I turn into a lamp wicker, watching the monsters of

How cheerful I am this morning, my dear, like a river overflow on the wallpaper, on the floor, in the slippers with squirrels, water dripping out of my hair like Jiul* crossing Oltenia**, we

Beyond the bay of ideas, it's a control tower. It's good to know that the stretches of such waters covers us wholly. To get rid, it's not enough a wonderful breakage, an immense

The nights don’t have moon sometimes. A rope goes out of me, stretching as an ivy almost to the stored sky. It's a way of gathering information, a way to overfly the eyes area as a given

I must make sure myself that I’m alive. I have to smell a flower, to smash a window, to cling to people and to stifle them. To catch ropes by the neck to the most resistant and to shoot their

Иногда, я чувствую неизвестную наполненность, как большущое солнце лопающийся внутри другого по меньше и тогда, время толкнувшийся в деревьях с автомобильными фарами, останавливается. Прыгаю с ножом

I see some gentlemen, far, with monocles, laughing about these incense sticks strung around me, I don't know why, somewhere, in the same position, a nun is meditating on the meaning of

I see some gentlemen far, with monocles, laughing about these incense sticks strung around me, I don't know why, somewhere, in the same position, a nun is meditating on the meaning of

Quand je serai grand je ferai magicien, c’est que pensait michel en se nourrissant de cette pensée et le mal dedans son corps se nourrissait de ces pensées, je ne sais, ne sais pas quelle