sâmbătă, 9 iulie 2016

In the town paper

In the town paper (În oraşul de hârtie)

sleeping on the streets
wander chased shadows
searching through the same dream wings
we wake up with blood curdled
fall into the sunset with the fists filled with butterflies
fly obscurity same same irreplaceable
days go passing nights under smoldering cry
the bitter snows heart stop on the wire
as to rest the bones of ancestors
lost forgotten demolished
subjected to sleep without a century

the deserted street just shadows
creatures of the night have stopped
another drowned in paradise
from conception to voice shadow
dreams of ghosts among
wings defeated

multumesc pentru traducere, Cristian Alina !

Hypnotic wave (Hypnotic val)

Stop, stranger
In the final point
And play your unreal
The real
Your last prom!

Do not try to understand and
To untie
What bound
With mad strings
Dozens,,,, lose up.

What use to transform yourself
And now, in powder
in smoke
To fall,
To burn,
Then sleeping ashes
To gather
From broken wires
To recompose you ..

What do you want?
To take
Piles of infinity
To bury in the Zenith?

! Hell
Hear something?
Someone calls you in the middle of the night? ...
It's just the mirror lives
From your life,
Call you to tie
Or a untie
Like a garment torn
To borrow,
A cut in the hand
The hurt ...

(Hypnotic wave
What I sink,
And in the depths white
Penetrate me)...

multumesc, Cristian Alina, pentru traducere! <3

ego sum=I am

I am night
endless, white night
I have flowers grown in thought
and the angels hand.
in my twilight
birds are
sad and blind,
tighten seas in the flesh
and my bones are tired

multumesc pentru traducere, Cristian Alina

here and there

Here and there (Aici şi dincolo)

children hangs like a stud blue metal
meddlesome fingers in coastal and I run barefoot
distraught over me crazy heated sands
neighing mares seas with their smoke
I gather burns in the eyelids
thinking of you again come summer
a troubled summer with sweaty bodies in gruesome expectations
heart beating like a clock with wood eye
where entered the small demons
trying to extinguish my broken lips torn from flowing winter
with an alluring howling winter with snows lit

Come rain murderous live my step
and touch my eyes that I planted here and there

multumesc pentru traducere, Cristian Alina

miercuri, 4 mai 2016

on Bucşinescu street

on bucsinescu street

on  bucsinescu street
lights are turning
the denizens pulled
the shutters and chained themselves
behind the houses
only hot ashes and darkness
an inextinguishable darkness
our predecessors are dying
I think
they struggle
in the night as some wounded birds
only carnivorous flowers remained at the windows
holes in the air between life and day is a dirty crossing
transcendental ghosts are waiting the tongue-tied  tram
with the empty maxilary with flowers
are shimmering as if are strangled headlight
the man is thirsty
is today a disgusting carnivour
the teeth are choking
the fibring juicy meat is startling
gleams of stone are dripping
I stray with my hands in cross
through the empty room I float
known things a push-up bra
the golden purse a shadow on your face
the sweet scarf found again in your memory
the counterfeit words
it’s getting dark
I am telling you on…..
bucsinescu street
people are dying

miercuri, 27 aprilie 2016

I never have needs

I never need air
I keep it as a whim
in the pocket as a heart
of iron that is struggling.

Nu am nevoie

N-am nevoie de aer
L-am păstrat ca un moft
în buzunar ca o inimă
din fier, care se luptă

I say

this taking all the critics upon me
We breaking the chain around the night’s neck
and I bow
a lot shadow
over the same huge screen
I hold
in hand 
all my shadows
and I dancing
on a life of glass
then I sing arpeggios
the crickets are humming
far I tell them about the old beacon
stabbed in the body of the sea
how was dipping
the hands in ink
covering me
the sky
who was bleeding sharpening
leaving some weird marks
over other marks
a sort of ungainly scars
like some caterpillars suddenly fatten
over a very high wall

beyond shadow

I can’t explain them now
even if they watch me
behind the fence
I can’t cover today the void
from which are rising
with split mouths
like a childrens and I staying like a heart open
with twitching ankles
ready to run
in her dark braid
of sodden night-
with eye upon me
hold breath with
clenched fingers
so I don’t feel her
but I felt her niche
I felt her as a dagger
stabbed deep in the ribs
as a curled snake
which was watering avidly
from my arms
beyond shadow

’don’t forget me!

she was saying
’don’t forget me!
what can be sadder
than a forgotten man
a whole life
beyond the shadow
’crucified on a fence?’’

joi, 18 februarie 2016

urban nostalgias

Felicia is surrounded by
waters troubled
her hands
smooth shadows
withered the bones
leans more
by adding booty
for fishermen always
with mouths
open with
eyes ardently
with easy steps misshapen
we slip and we hurried
,,to we know not whither,,
felicia stretch sorrow
the ropes Huge
hearts bloody
they wilt mildewy
the face city with
your shoulders of salt

duminică, 14 februarie 2016


my lonely sky

my shoulders cold
thousands of stars

The poem of the night

under the rain’s shadow
the sand is looking for another
shelter and I glow
again the same lamp
from an end of body
forgotten by the butterflies I fall asleep
children of bat I blow
in their wings : go to sleep!!!! go to sleep!!!
calming their fear I
cradle and I cradle how beautiful I am
I look like your hands
stranger I even tell you I am
mother I remember because
my daughter is lighting lampions for me to
glow and I glitter in thousand of rainbows my eyes
have drowned deep
for me another sky had opened
and here
the darkness is barking me from
behind the blue shadows
I am light I tell them making
a gesture like this
with darned arms
I am the light blown out
from another sky
towards a different
but the horsemen were coming back
they were slapping her they were throwing
high words about a
a supposed death of
fearless tribune and they were saying
with hungry lips with riven mouths:
we only Us we’ll stay
to watch
how the sky is casting you away

Hunter of shadow

Alone in a world of words
I'll separe the waves
From the front of the house
i'll built from me eye
the sand women's shoulder
and built steps.
to another sky

I am a shadow's hunter
withought monocle
or a silver scepter
in snake shape.
.Dear Death if you read this
never step back
through my wet trembling sights
neither my forgot toungue
never don't put balsam on it
as the venin of a frozen down day of it.
Never neither don't put the bell
Of a Cathedral of cross-words song.

Leave me fresh as i was
and again
Me mind Eye
trough the lips of another sky
in a plumb city sight
I will reborn as an eagle shape
Of my lonely sky

miercuri, 27 ianuarie 2016


comes not say 
 passer over the shadow 
shake a hand so 
 I like a wet bird 
 bears my people 
slap name into received 
and star I have thit on a 
map very old 
 wich howth howls of wolves 
hiena put their smelling 
like snout the taste of blood
 (three drops petrified as our tongues)