Mi-e rosu, de culoarea capsunilor dulci, cu aroma gatului pe care il doresc...
Mi-e bleu, de culoarea cerului senin spre care privesc cu ochii de culoarea cerului de iarna...
Mi-e galben, de culoarea lanurilor de grau adiind in bataia vantului de vara...
Mi-e rosu, de culoarea macilor infloriti...
Mi-e bleu-vert, de culoarea marii senine, cu trupuri unduindu-se in ea...
Mi-e alb, de culoarea perdelelor zburand in vant, de la balconul de pe malul marii, lasand sa iasa si sa intre misterul unui “noi”...
Mi-e rosu, de la rotunjimea cireselor carnoase pe care as vrea sa ti le plimb pe trup...
Mi-e verde, ca mirosul ierbii proaspat taiate, in diminetile de vara calma...
Mi-e auriu, ca nisipul ce mi se scurge printre degete si mi se agata in par...
Mi-e galben, ca floarea soarelui ce zambeste si se roteste in jurul soarelui, atunci cand se lasa curtata de razele lui...
Mi-e curcubeu, ca senzatia ce o lasi in mine. Mi-e stralucire, lumina, glowing. Mi-e fin ca puful de pe piersica pe care o spal inainte de a musca, dezbracand-o astfel in unduiri si mangaieri. Mi-e vanat, precum coaja vinetei pe care o asezi la copt si pe care o lasi apoi sa te muste in excese fierbinti-obraznice.
Mi-e...
miercuri, 1 iulie 2009
marți, 30 iunie 2009
words contest
our word contest.
my first part was Lewis Carroll's “The Three Voices”:
“[…] Her voice was very full and rich,/ And, when at length she asked him "Which?" / It mounted to its highest pitch.
He a bewildered answer gave, / Drowned in the sullen moaning wave, / Lost in the echoes of the cave.
He answered her he knew not what: /Like shaft from bow at random shot, / He spoke, but she regarded not.
She waited not for his reply, / But with a downward leaden eye / Went on as if he were not by
Sound argument and grave defence, / Strange questions raised on "Why?" and "Whence?" / And wildly tangled evidence.
When he, with racked and whirling brain, /Feebly implored her to explain, / She simply said it all again.
Wrenched with an agony intense, / He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense, / And careless of all consequence:
"Mind--I believe--is Essence--Ent - / Abstract--that is--an Accident - / Which we--that is to say--I meant--"
When, with quick breath and cheeks all flushed, / At length his speech was somewhat hushed, he looked at him, and he was crushed.
It needed not her calm reply: / She fixed him with a stony eye, / And he could neither fight nor fly.
While she dissected, word by word, / His speech, half guessed at and half heard, / As might a cat a little bird. […] "
The second voice.
And I love Red...this Red, from here.
my first part was Lewis Carroll's “The Three Voices”:
“[…] Her voice was very full and rich,/ And, when at length she asked him "Which?" / It mounted to its highest pitch.
He a bewildered answer gave, / Drowned in the sullen moaning wave, / Lost in the echoes of the cave.
He answered her he knew not what: /Like shaft from bow at random shot, / He spoke, but she regarded not.
She waited not for his reply, / But with a downward leaden eye / Went on as if he were not by
Sound argument and grave defence, / Strange questions raised on "Why?" and "Whence?" / And wildly tangled evidence.
When he, with racked and whirling brain, /Feebly implored her to explain, / She simply said it all again.
Wrenched with an agony intense, / He spake, neglecting Sound and Sense, / And careless of all consequence:
"Mind--I believe--is Essence--Ent - / Abstract--that is--an Accident - / Which we--that is to say--I meant--"
When, with quick breath and cheeks all flushed, / At length his speech was somewhat hushed, he looked at him, and he was crushed.
It needed not her calm reply: / She fixed him with a stony eye, / And he could neither fight nor fly.
While she dissected, word by word, / His speech, half guessed at and half heard, / As might a cat a little bird. […] "
The second voice.
And I love Red...this Red, from here.
marți, 23 iunie 2009
summer
My perfect summer...
...are cercei din cirese coapte, prinse la urechile tale, pe care, ca sa pot fura fructele rotunde, trebuie sa le gust, sa le sarut...
...are zambete aninate in raze de soare si in mangaieri...
...are indepartari de trupuri noaptea in somn, din cauza caldurii, dar si cautari somnoroase-adormite-semi-constiente, ale mainilor, pieptului, pielii tale...iar pentru tine acestea ale mele...
...priveste dragoste in valurile marii, saruturi patimase, lanturi din scoici, buze cautande, trupuri vrande, topindu-se sub razele soarelui celui nerabdator...
...primeste ploi calde ce se topesc pe trupuri fierbinti, nopti cu luna, adieri de vant mirosind a tei si-a flori, in care ti-as gusta buzele si causul gatului...
...are imbratisari, dansuri si fugi dragastoase in lanuri de grau, cu spice impletite intre degete si flori de mac prinse in par, alintate in saruturi intinse pe brate de grau auriu, sub cer de un bleu senin...
...are soapte dulci, rostite la urechi fine, in alinturi neobosite...
...are miscari lente de pisici, care se spala alene cu miscari gratioase, in usa camerei...
...are lumina ochilor tai, pe cerul noptii senine de vara...
...aseaza nisip fin intre degetele de la picioare, pe trupuri vrande, printre degete cautatoare...
...are miros de piele, de valuri si raze pe insulele pielii tale atinse de urmele atingerii mele...
...are inima mea si litera ta desenate in nisip, la picioarele tale, pierzandu-se sub valurile nerabdatoare.
My summer ...
...are nisip strans in pumni si lasat sa se scurga sub vantul incarcat...
...are valuri ce se impletesc printre degete nerabdatoare si unduiesc de-a lungul unui trup semi-bronzat...
...trebuie sa primeasca ploi asupritoare, prelungi, ne-spalatoare, ca o a doua natura...
...are miros fara miros...
...cauta atingeri, ale unor arome, ganduri, litere, sunete, imagini, pe care le-ar strange intr-un singur sunet....
...priveste la valuri care ating, dar nu la fel...
...are priviri pline si goale, calme si calde, privite, cautate, scrutande, dorinte, pleoape inchise...
...nu are maci, lanuri de grau, cirese coapte, capsuni tentante-incantatoare-dulci-pe buze si gat, dar are zambete serioase, concentrate, ganditoare...
...are ganduri ce ma duc la tine,
...are dorinte si vreri,
care spun ca te vreau...
...are cercei din cirese coapte, prinse la urechile tale, pe care, ca sa pot fura fructele rotunde, trebuie sa le gust, sa le sarut...
...are zambete aninate in raze de soare si in mangaieri...
...are indepartari de trupuri noaptea in somn, din cauza caldurii, dar si cautari somnoroase-adormite-semi-constiente, ale mainilor, pieptului, pielii tale...iar pentru tine acestea ale mele...
...priveste dragoste in valurile marii, saruturi patimase, lanturi din scoici, buze cautande, trupuri vrande, topindu-se sub razele soarelui celui nerabdator...
...primeste ploi calde ce se topesc pe trupuri fierbinti, nopti cu luna, adieri de vant mirosind a tei si-a flori, in care ti-as gusta buzele si causul gatului...
...are imbratisari, dansuri si fugi dragastoase in lanuri de grau, cu spice impletite intre degete si flori de mac prinse in par, alintate in saruturi intinse pe brate de grau auriu, sub cer de un bleu senin...
...are soapte dulci, rostite la urechi fine, in alinturi neobosite...
...are miscari lente de pisici, care se spala alene cu miscari gratioase, in usa camerei...
...are lumina ochilor tai, pe cerul noptii senine de vara...
...aseaza nisip fin intre degetele de la picioare, pe trupuri vrande, printre degete cautatoare...
...are miros de piele, de valuri si raze pe insulele pielii tale atinse de urmele atingerii mele...
...are inima mea si litera ta desenate in nisip, la picioarele tale, pierzandu-se sub valurile nerabdatoare.
My summer ...
...are nisip strans in pumni si lasat sa se scurga sub vantul incarcat...
...are valuri ce se impletesc printre degete nerabdatoare si unduiesc de-a lungul unui trup semi-bronzat...
...trebuie sa primeasca ploi asupritoare, prelungi, ne-spalatoare, ca o a doua natura...
...are miros fara miros...
...cauta atingeri, ale unor arome, ganduri, litere, sunete, imagini, pe care le-ar strange intr-un singur sunet....
...priveste la valuri care ating, dar nu la fel...
...are priviri pline si goale, calme si calde, privite, cautate, scrutande, dorinte, pleoape inchise...
...nu are maci, lanuri de grau, cirese coapte, capsuni tentante-incantatoare-dulci-pe buze si gat, dar are zambete serioase, concentrate, ganditoare...
...are ganduri ce ma duc la tine,
...are dorinte si vreri,
care spun ca te vreau...
vineri, 15 mai 2009
joi, 7 mai 2009
Años
O scena desprinsa parca din filmele lui Almoldovar, aseara, intr-un loc discret din locatia mea asiatica, care uneori ma tine inclestat, aproape inlantuit, alteori ma elibereaza si ma face sa cred ca e o mica lume cu minuni.
M-a bantuit secventa, am simtit nevoia sa le leg de niste acorduri, le-am cautat si le-am gasit...
O piesa care ma duce cu gandul departe...if only...
M-a bantuit secventa, am simtit nevoia sa le leg de niste acorduri, le-am cautat si le-am gasit...
O piesa care ma duce cu gandul departe...if only...
marți, 5 mai 2009
don't
it's raining here..and for the first time, three days ago, I felt the smell of rain here, outside the city walls, in my little rainy world...
it was something that i said, or didn't say this time
i don't know if it's me or you
but i see the sky it's changing
...
i thought the time was on our side...
...
we can make this last forever
so please, don't stop the rain...
it was something that i said, or didn't say this time
i don't know if it's me or you
but i see the sky it's changing
...
i thought the time was on our side...
...
we can make this last forever
so please, don't stop the rain...
luni, 27 aprilie 2009
cold
zile pline, in care am uitat de mine...
zile in care mi-a plouat, in mine, in minte, in suflet...
...in care ma asezam cu ochii inchisi, plutind in apa piscinei fara culoare acum...fara gust, fara bucurie...rece...
insula de piele plutind...o insula ganditoare...
singur...bursuc singur...
zile in care mi-a plouat, in mine, in minte, in suflet...
...in care ma asezam cu ochii inchisi, plutind in apa piscinei fara culoare acum...fara gust, fara bucurie...rece...
insula de piele plutind...o insula ganditoare...
singur...bursuc singur...
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