The dream came back two nights in a row - Il sogno è tornato due notti di seguito - Visul s-a întors două nopți la rând
The Earth try wound healing, tightens itself
and with dignity of the soldier cleans on live
gangrene and splinters
On his bark moist and warm, I looking for the roots of the wind, high waters,
from where I came
The egg of wonder, the light, the primordial bird has left him
in the wrong nest
a railing of fire leads me back, I hold tight hand…
With thy gesture
you're distracting me, right now I loved
The precarious show's of day is the competition of the diversions
I cannot contemplate a flower, vibrates the sill of the world
I cannot mutter a prayer, the applause deafen the sky
I cannot be generous, the state me snatch the bread from the hand
Nor into me I cannot be alone, invasive worlds keep continuously siege…
I was already on the other side of the bridge
the lights of the city had remained tiny specks
the noise, wailing it is lost in the water and smoke
no is road without end, without a break,
we looking in backpack for a piece of bread, a drop of water
and we looked at in a vacuum in which…
All the answers they have the children
they keep them hidden unsuspected - the future always confirms...
and are the only ones who
are given on the lips with the red of questions, when
all the wise men are cue, cue because they know that nor a mystery
no find too best answer like in the beginning of the world...
Hell is full of artists, Heaven with their works... - L'inferno è pieno di artisti, Il Paradiso con le loro opere... – iadul este plin cu artiști, raiul cu operele lor...
We live in the age of advanced technology, forecasts, statistics and systems
The era of plastic and biodegradable feelings
Everything takes forms to a standard of the series, Mimicry global
is a dance for initiation in vain
The dreamers flocked to milking the muses of every last drop
from where, then, to weave a name –
No wonder that we feel like we know each other for centuries
and we went to kindergarten together
if in those times was invented...
We still preserves from past lives
the smell, halos and the bizarre deep in the eyes
This twinge that cuts me the breath, maybe is the love
I cannot retrieve the missing rib, look how you've grown since then…
The man was wandering in the lap of the sea
In search of the lost boat
The little golden fish on a stool at the shore
holding the fishing rod between the lugs, in the hook is a synthetic siren
Said: ,,today I will give fishing a man, if you catch
I will let go back into the water - but by then, it will not be the same again ...
The tenderness of snow is fake this time
The sky is dressed as a bride who runs away
A candlestick cold shuts down over sunset
I've never seen snow before, the snowflakes are nails
target aiming my eyes, forehead, they carve new names
for solitudes hoary...
Then, from the black womb comes the dawn of basalt
and too late the light...
He looked at the people on the street through the dirty cup of wine
and saying that women are wept, that the beard at men are in bizarre colors...!
a smoke and eyes as dashed from a sling, glued
the missing part of the miniskirt of the saleswoman
sell fake sounds lascivious, from second-hand...
listening to the rustle of tires on wet asphalt…
that beyond the smile, even sincere,
are humble all nerves of the facts and infatuations, and all that
it would seem for you my happiness...
that beyond of frown by forehead dies
all pulses of war
that beyond of my arms emerge thousands of other arms ready
to embrace you
so I wonder
What remains here of the poor myself?