Dai cu piatra in libertate

Nu ai nimerit porumbelul
ce se asezase ciudat
in mijlocul oval
al plariei tale.
Ai chemat un medic
sa amputeze mana
care a ti-a lovit
Libertatea.

Un vechi Adam

M-au mirat mainile tale,
pielea ta avea gust de creta fina
sangele tau zvacnea din invelis.
Te-ai uitat in graba spre mine,
m-ai ghicit cu o spanceana teama.
Am ramas neinteleasa...
Toata tineretea Adamului cu masca alba
clipea peste ochelarii
cu rama aurie.

Acoperit cu paltonul negru
Batranul admira tineretea.

Raison d'etre

Ti-ai gasit motto-ul vietii:
Inelul cu diamant patrat
Credeai in visul tau.
Iar acum.......
Urli in Iad
Raison d'etre refelcta
Maini cu sange si noroi

Corpul tau era
Un raison d'etre.

Black tea

Black tea

When the bitterof the black tea is the same as my wave that stands inside me, i'm thinking of HIM.
I'm feeling like i'm standing alone in an old tree .
Every day HE cut a part of my trunk and make a blak tea from it.
The sharpen hand are becomming nearer and nearer.
The branches are my hands, the trunk is ME.
You cut parts of me because you want to feel the bitter flavor of my pain.
I'm dreaming to became a flower for your tea.