sâmbătă, 18 iunie 2016

luni, 13 iunie 2016


Pot sa sublimez absolutul in metafora
Darul acesta… imi da vecinatatea ingerilor tacuti

Canta cocosul lui Gica
si mi apasa gheara in piept

Simt cum ma desfac in o mie de universuri intrepatrunse
pana le aud simfonia scalelor

pentru o secunda alunec in infinitii mici
atat de mici…
incat daca nu ar fi cocosul lui Gica sa ma tina strans cu gheara pe inima

m-as topi sub caldura acestui NEINTELES

duminică, 12 iunie 2016

duminică, 5 iunie 2016


After nine days I let the horse run free 
Cause the desert had turned to sea 
There were plants and birds and rocks and things 
There was sand and hills and rings 
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground 
And a perfect disguise above 
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground 
But the humans will give no love 

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name 
It felt good to be out of the rain 
In the desert you can remember your name 
Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain