

O mica slabiciune ridicolaCerul nopţii e schimbător deasupra acestui oraş unde toate chipurile îmi sunt străine şi unde oamenii te privesc mereu în ochi. Stelele sclipesc în depărtare la fel ca amintirile mele despre tine, despre noi, amintirile atâtor alte nopţi petrecute împreună sub cerurile mai prietenoase de acasă, nopţi senine în care dormeai liniştit lăsându-ţi parfumul proaspăt în aşternuturile mele sau nopţi înnorate în care ne adăposteam să bem ceva cald şi să uităm de ameninţarea ploii în fumulO mica slabiciune ridicola


Our verbal selvesYou'd never ask what I love about you and I'd never tell because silence is a thing that we do You refuse to take things seriously, you let chance govern, you drive me insane and you cure me of the blues I'm made of words and I think literature saves, you think that's romantic but pitiful and that some things are better left unsaidOur verbal selves
But when the metaphors dry up and there's nothing left to save, I wish you'd learn to listen to my silence Just as much as I wish I'd learn to read into your cascade of meaningless words that flow to cover up your tragedy, my tragedy, the void of the whole world
And maybe


Ultima searaÎn sufragerie, la televizor. Ea stătea întinsă pe canapea. O durea spatele, ca mai mereu. El stătea pe fotoliu. Încruntat, ca mai mereu. Se gândea la orele de la liceu, la cum o să predea Cel mai iubit dintre pământeni, la viitoarea lansare de carte. Ca un elev vinovat, se întreba cum o să-i explice de data asta. Şi dacă ea îl va ierta încă o dată. Nici ea nu urmărea emisiunea. Dar măcar aveau un pretext să nu-şi vorbească, ceva care să-i împiedice să-şi pună întrebări incomode:Ultima seara


No excuses"This is the most amazing experience of my life and of all the sweet chaos that is reinventing me I can't find the tinniest language-like thing to express...", you wrote to me the first day after we found ourselves and your words made blood rush to my headNo excuses
Your love is white with a touch of green and it tastes like berries You smell like lazy afternoons in bed, post-modern literature, spring wind and nostalgia You dream in black and white, dress in the colors of the earth and breathe sunshine
We put our truth across in loud bars with dark beers and cigarettes, we talk each other dry until our yesterdays s


care pe careCare pe carecare pe care
Eu sau tu? Unul din noi
Minte.
Eu sau tu? Unul din doi
Plânge.
Mi-am scos
Sufletul
Pe tarabă. Noaptea are mersul Încet, de oloagă ... Sub ploaia măruntă
Aştept.
O îmbrăţişare.
Cum să mai apuci Să se facă lumină ?
Când rănile s-au coagulat În veşnic apus?
Eu sau tu? Unul din doi
Neagă. Tot
Tu, eu- antiteza perfectă Te însemn cu sâng
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fuck literature, let's dance
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Multumesc.
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"Poezia nu trebuie sa nimic".
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"do the day and let the day do you"
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"-Ce faceti de dimineata pana seara? -Ma suport." Cioran
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Dum spiro spero.
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10x a lot
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Sixteen, clumsy and shy
That's the story of my life
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Mes visages & others
The broken arrows of the city
Two blocks away from nothing
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dearest.
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im not cool. but I will be when you make me famous by checking my gallery---> [link]
hope you have a great new year!
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"do the day and let the day do you"
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