to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

петък, 13 септември 2013 г.


"nothing good about goodbyes..."

crossing borders on a miSty morning
i try to keep my eyes wide open
lighting cigarretTes from yellow matches
lAughing on the sunbeamed bench
i keep my arm around your shoulders
and let you rest your curly head
and in these two black hYpnotizing eyes
a soulmate shines and stares Back
while the music gently floats around
i wish this moment lasted forever;
and we laughed and laughed and laughed
the hEart of this big bright city out
i was screaming words in your lAnguage
with their meaning faded to black;
you said "you're beautiful" and "trUst me"
"i see how they are looking at you"
oh, come on - as if you don't know it :
i don't care as long as it's not you;

so here's to distance, to embraces,
to almost heart attacks and races,
to the bucharesT's terrible traffic,
to the best sound of laughter,
to looking drunk and second hand education,
to my first abroad destination,
to sleeping twelve hours and more,
to loving and being loved,
to holding hands on the back seat of the car,
forehead kIssess and being late an hour,
not letting go and "november rain",
the coincidences and your breathtaking name,
to mutual advertisement campaign,
to 13 common words and a question game
(and all the others you beat me at),
to perFect solos and the third ice-cream cup,
to romania's magical parks,
to you, still being there,
to Us...

and i stood wide awake haLf of the night,
humming "how can he be so fine..."

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