joi, 14 iulie 2016

Early Poems



I am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument;
wine churls my throat,
above me
feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky
clutching photographs
of the planets,
but i seek only music
and the leisure
of my pain


Charles Bukowski

miercuri, 30 iulie 2014

well this is where it all begins









morala: cum sa strici  o piesa faina cu mamele tuturor cliseelor

duminică, 20 octombrie 2013

the vaccines



nu imi dau seama care imi place mai mult asta , sau `bad mood` sau `whetsuits` de la ei,

miercuri, 3 aprilie 2013

nordic something



in traducere din finlandeza, tipa spune ceva de genul :


I have grown to the stone
in the walls of this cell
Clouds behind the bars, on their way home

I'm a smoked cigarette
frayed covering
And if I someday get out of here, do you still know me?

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

I have grown to discipline
Changed my name to a number
Behind that sky another
Days decay

I am a chair of a canteen
Broken end of an eaves
Eyes are bleading of emptyness
Do you hear anymore?

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

luni, 1 aprilie 2013

quote yourself

citate din ultimele 2 saptamani:

`Faceti si voi niste fatade gen Escher asa. Noi: gen  cine ???`  / munca

`Bai dar daca tipa aia a luat-o pe acolo noi nu putem ? /  din ciclu incerci pana iese - predeal subtelescaun unde se holbeaza toti la tine si daca nu ai skill saruti pamantul.

` Am fost in padure si am intrat intr un copac ` eu

`Ce faina e muzica asta`. Da stiu am fost la concert eram rupt de somn si li s-au stricat platanele.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZkPjJLZN2I

sâmbătă, 23 februarie 2013

day at a factory



day at a factory
the same colors
grey tone
in city's palette
wind and street cleaner
together mixed
dirty asphalt
with pure rain
carriage of closed eyes
drives sleep to station
i am like it
he's in love with bad weather
in love with bad weather
i am in love with bad weather
a sad day
god is crying again
i will write poetry
i'll lie in rhymes
i have nothing to lose
noone will
read it
i keep on telling lies
i am writing poetry
about rhythm of rain
you better don't wait
carriage of closed eyes
a sad day
yet again