Fides : a six word story
"Here,take my hand and come."
Our soundtrack's wasted on ..
Do you remember the way you loved to get high but how, in most of the days, i wasn't tall enough?
Still you had some sort of a thing to lengthen me without asking. Call it a medicine's allure ,a dream's spongy peel, the sweet taste of a pill and nevertheless the brutal & saturated humidity (or maybe the innocence) of a tear.
Do you recall the others dramas while ours would remain traumatic,unspecific,but lovable .No map would direct your eyes ,or sorrow , or your syrupy fakeness across my body yet unpatched , but definitely bruised and calling for more.
Did you ever see yourself mirrored in my lids , with your imbibed dark circles and skinny smiles?'Cause I could have shot a picture of you with my pupils dead an burried.
You did provided me perpetually with runaways provoked by your overworn lips and scattered impulses all over my cerebral being.That was my greedy need.
Do you ever retrieve the moment of wiping heavy rain off a spirit rather than off a stand-by modded piece of flesh?Th
We are in a continuous search for worth living moments.We are looking for the sublime , but we don't know how to find it.Mine will always be in that tree down there , that I never touched..-at least not when i should have had and some sort of magic might have happened.But each night I would've stared at it - and I knew it was the everything I was searching for.Why?Because even now , after bending my humid lips over the window and after having my gaze getting right into that darkness next to that fence where this girl is waiting ..After i looked... - I breathed.That's why.
Amintiri,perdele taiate..zambete inocente ce-ti furau soaptele dulci
Priviri in gol...
Un nor , o raza... un glont crapat in doua.Sfarsit.
Un fir de iarba patat de iuteala pietrelor aruncate in mine.
E un pic prea tarziu pentru regretele-mi de bruma.
Atinge-le...Simte-le..Iarta-le tipetele prea puternice
Si doar zambeste-mi..calm...cald.
Atunci vom incetelege ce-a insemnat furtuna ce ne-a unit..
O singura rugaminte .. ce se pierde sub cerul aparent.. negru..despicat:
Dar fa-o pentru ultima oara...
The rocker chair has stoped.
The leaves fall around it
Blocking its delirious iron music .
Even the withered roses are consuming themselves , in the water.
Smooch on the strings of the piano
in me , the tries i never did.
Smooch on me the empty , the everything.
The crazyness of the cacophony of pains.
It blocks me.
I wish i could see myself reflected on your heart once again.
Us . Apogee . Subtle . Dizzy.Suddently.
The need of the deciphering morfine.
You are the question , not the answer.
Oh , you , indiferent muse ...
The grapes have an emotion -
Painted using soft spots
Which were dried with pain.
Injection in the raisins.
Juice of that lost haha.
In a too suden movement
Piece of I
For all of you.
What am i doing?
Intimidated by a sliver of my own statue.
Fire in the empty
When you scratch with desire
In the empty,
You get a smile and an eyelash
As a response.
When you hear the call
But you don't wanna follow it,
You choose an infinite
You watch the repetition
And you prevent a nothing.
You gently fall on the grass ,
And the sky goes up over you...
And then it begins.
Balansoarul s-a oprit.
Frunzele cad in juru-i
astupand muzica-i deliranda de fier.
Scarsnesc si trandafirii ofiliti , in apa.
Tu nu auzi...
E vantul , e ploaia.
E piatra plina de muschiul umed,fraged, al amintirilor..
ce se-arunca-n tine.
Fereastra se cufunda tot mai tare
in gaura neagra a stelelor.
Se-ntinde nerabdatoare pana la urmatoarea
moara de vant , urmatoarea lalea.
Zbor. E alb. E dinte. E colt.
Un zambet mai greu ca omatul
de pe bancile din parc.
Sunt atat de stirba cand iti miros privirea...
Cand iti rup pielea
Si simt tastele de pe oasele tale sfaramate
Totusi atat de moi , atat de-albastre.
Promite-mi o minciuna
Dar fa-o rapid.Ca o injectie cu-n virus.
Schiteaza-mi pe inima
Ultima ta lacrima de cer.
Who wonders how it is to live in the past?
Who else lives in the past?
''Get over it!''...three words that most of the people say to you,
But which they don't understand..
Three words full of pain and disapointment..
Three words that are deeply craved in your mind
But your heart doesn't feel them..
Or doesn't want to feel them...
I am still sleeping, a sleep longer than life..
The Life become The Sleep , The Sleep becomes The Life.
But she doesn't hear that silence..
She just hears her own scream of despair pulsing in her soul..
She dances her pain, but nobody admires her..
'Whats wrong?'' - Is that even a question? Do you really care?
I wish i could express myself without words
I wish i could be able to express myself through SILENCE!
I'm giving up myself , i'm leaving myself- I AM SAVING MYSELF!