Moto:
” A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ” – Robert Frost

… si, atunci, gandurile mi s-au rasucit in interior, ca niste catuse,
lumea mi-a curs stramb in vene, miere in putrefactie.
mi-am strans calusul gurii pana la sange,
am tuns lanturile prea groase din jurul gleznelor,
mi-am incheiat camasa alba cu maneci prea lungi,
am zambit printre dintii cu sarma ghimpata
si, mult timp, am tacut.

corpul meu e urechea unei cascade
in care tunetele se prabusesc.

Moto:
” A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. ” – Robert Frost

… si, atunci, gandurile mi s-au rasucit in interior, ca niste catuse,
lumea mi-a curs stramb in vene, miere in putrefactie.
mi-am strans calusul gurii pana la sange,
am tuns lanturile prea groase din jurul gleznelor,
mi-am incheiat camasa alba cu maneci prea lungi,
am zambit printre dintii cu sarma ghimpata
si, mult timp, am tacut.

corpul meu e urechea unei cascade
in care tunetele se prabusesc.

” Never let your memories be greater than your dreams. “

Doug Ivester

black cherries in the gun
i’ll gamble your black eyes rolling on the floor as dice
hoping to win the blind side of the wordsthis blunt whisper of your presence tames my demons …

my thoughts slipping under the TGV,
my mind giving birth to bloody railroads nailed on the centre of the words
which you refuse to believe.

your head falling down the chimney of my crave,
my lips teasing body parts of the second …

” If this girl can give a soul to those who have lived without one,

if she can create the sense of beauty in people whose lives have been sordid and ugly,

if she can strip them of their selfishness and lend them tears for sorrows that are not their own,

she is worthy of all your adoration,

worthy of the adoration of the world. “

~ Oscar Wilde ~

( No guts, no glory . No pain, no gain )