Vicleanu Mihaita

Cast the shade onto yourself,let it wrap you in no shape, journey in this feeble fading as a slumber to escape. No more fury left to burst, no more memories to scrape, only fragrance that

..and it's gone, in a drop,in a whisper like wave that stretched beyond water. and it's quiet, in a moment,on a dance muffled by song,the one that shouted loudest. and it drips, among the

I folded time in a piece of paper and trapped inside, your burning image, embedded in the amber of a dream, frozen by winds of awaiting. A scent of impatience fell within and called you

I've turned a rolling stone on a side, never worn before. I've peeled off a part of sky, never touched by a beam of light. I've changed right into wrong, sketched the path of the

I've been lying to myself, a traitor to myself, to you that this world should be enough, enough without you... I've been to the darkest places of my mind, of my nightmares, squeezed out the

I miss the moon... But I light up my cigarette And feel like holding it between my fingers... Then I see a rain of ashes Must be the dead stars That surrounded my love... I pray for fog, to

I feel you like raging waters, embracing me with whirlpools that taste like tears... caught between the palms of your hands you squeeze out the thorns of the roses that once stung me.. And

And pain, spreads over me, as rust chewing from a scrap of metal, pouring acid in my vessels, evaporating life within me. And I begin to see flowers of the past, not withering, not

Bring me victory And sear me not, my fallen angel. This black voyage Is like a kiss to remember, Like a santuario di sangue. My body, a funeral When death is triumphant, I hear echoes from

opaque time in my sandglass and carved dreams on the walls. an amorphous ghost whispers tales, shuts the doors and chants in tolls. I sit on my wooden swing, kissing a half of

I never count my dreams, my wishes, my diseases.... you in one dream, you in one wish, you in one disease.... Songless birds walk through the garden, mind intimacy... stained nights rise on the

I don\'t know how many eyelashes your eyes are having or how many stripes, beautifully drawn, you have embedded on your sometimes dry lips, I have no idea why your hair tastes as cherries or why

You closed my eyes and then I heard liquid notes falling on a desert without sand, spearing this thickening veil in a whirlpool of dances; the scurry gave birth to water to feed the

I have two cups with red tea which combine their steam into an oriental dance, decorated in transparency. I put my hands on this hazy body to feel a certain shape and to feed from a certain

The Sun gathers his weak soldiers of light and retreats beyond ancestral hills to cure them, for another day of fight. The night makes haste to spread her mute attack cutting breaths with

I hear my own sadness sculpting into old trees and buried stones, searching liberation from the womb of sorrow and I see it in attire of sere branches, beseeching a timely closure. I

You put wheels to your thoughts only to be driven by others. You change your clothes to fit their behaviour. Where do you stand now? What it is real about you and what is

I\'m no more socially compatible. I disrespected the quotes of elders and headed towards another route. I hitch hiked among books to reach a greater knowledge and I even undressed my body so

Fire and gold run wild on the sky and flying fishes swim around your umbrella. Your mouth is speechless and quiet as these grey clouds that struggle to give birth to thunders. Your

As if I never laid eyes on a human being as if this is the first time I can distinguish between stone sculptures and flesh made beings as if it is the first time I hear sounds that resemble a

Objects appear and disappear, as quick shadows, of a hasty sun, chased by athletic clouds. Images shift rapidly as sounds in a symphony, awaking the silence. Time blocks all exits, in

If the smell of black beetles that rust in my pockets, could awake me, I wouldn\'t be dreaming of you, caving through my mind,the forbidden pleasures, struggling to break off the navel