A caress of the void

Pasind cu anarhie pe pietrele imbibate in purpura, scaldate in distorsul unei lumini crepusculare, continuu sa merg perfect constinent pe strada principala a nebuniei,care e tocmai rue de la réalité ,realitatea mea asa cum mi se deschide acum in fata cu maxima luciditate,cu toate imaginile mele,vii,oglindite si inaintand cu mine.

            Nu imi dadeam seama ca ma oprisem si fixam o balatoaca.Eram nebun, tocmai pentru ca aveam impresia luciditatii , a constiintei clare care o regaseam in oglindire.Si eram prea putred de mine insumi ca sa ii aud  ecoul surd :

« esti un chior nebun .. »

Your In the shadows Hoping To hear the Speechless Autumn night

Your dark mouth inside me,

A strong, shapeless shape

Composed of autumn cloud,

And the beauty evening stillness

 

 

 

 

In the shadows thrown

By broken tears

The stream of pain turns

In the howls I know

 

 

 

 

Hoping..

To piously die away into

Your tormented images

As I lie here still

 

 

 

 

To hear the

steps

Of thousands armies gone by

 

 

 

 

Speechless

Under the oak trees

Drinking my hopeless depression

Reflections in the pool

 Of laughing blood

 

 

 

 

Autumn night comes down so coolly

With her white glittering scars

Over the broken human bodies

 

 

 

 

The convent of our forgotten silent pact

On the wet stones of desolation

In tacerea noptii, coplesit de pustietate si tacere, raman multa vreme nemiscat contamplandu-mi pesajul mental, respingator si viermanos.Reincarnarea monotona, mecanica a acelorasi ganduri nostalgice si enigmatice , cufundate in strafundul fiintei mele, intr-un lac de senzatii imprecise , din care ma imbat intr-un ritual manical de autofagie, ma corupe ,in exaltarea ei cea mai violenta, pana la melancolia absoluta.