luni, 29 iunie 2009
2008.09.18 The Shore, My Relief
Thank you for allowing me to put the foot of my heart on the shore of your soul; even after floating on your island of hope; 'cause there had been harder times when I'd been drowning on land! So I'm now on shore, thanks to heaven, fate or any other superior spiritual forces, and I'm hoping to slip no longer.
2008.09.03 withered feelings
It is 'a rose on the snow', or sometimes an orchid at the peak of the growing period or a carnation. It grows or it withers. At the beginning it is an orchid and it grows gradually because people use to water it; for they can't wait to see it (turning) in bloom. In time, it might become a bigger orchid or a veritable carnation. The first case is that of the real gardeners, who have a lot of things in common or who have little pride, and the second one of the cucumber cultivators, who are able to water, to cultivate, or rather to raise/breed strictly carnations; these are most likely opposite or rather too self-fulfilled, vain-glorious or arogant.
the beast
Hither cometh the beast:
FRA Un mal nécessaire et un frisson, un froid inconfondable. Froid? Non! Il y a beaucoup plus... Un mal nécessaire pour ma formation dans la vie, pour que la sort me trouve préparé :-j Mieux, je parlerais sur le plaisir. *Shiverescalofroid* je le pourrais appeler. Je suis content en plus; bien que... je ne pourrai accepter que les moments comme ceux-ci viennent en petites quantités. Il fut une expérience comme quelque chose totale, quand une persone sent qu’il n’y avais encore quelque chose „si complète” et si... chargeante, qui te contradise les margines de ce que l’âme avait pu embracer. Et je dis qu’il s’agit seulment de chair? Il y a plus, plus que j’attendais.
Il fut un froid des plus forts. Il est inutile apprecier ses limites. Quelque chose qui tombe parfaitement sur le corps et sur l’âme, qui se fait un el le même avec l’autre corps et avec l’autre coeur; qui sont de l’enfant, du garçon qui ne sait pas quoi sont la Fortune, le Destin. Il y a une obscurité de cette nuit-là qui m’a fait voir combien de lumière et force peut porter une jeune-fille dans ses bras et embraces, dans ses baisers, dans sa bouche pésante, qui tirait fortement l’essence de mes lèvres. Probablement que fut cette même force qui m’a tenu jusqu’à ce moment dont j’écris.
ESP Un mal necesario y un escalofrio inconfundible. Escalofrio? No! Hay mucho mas... Un mal necesario por mi formación en la vida, para que la suerte me encuentre preparado :-j Mejor, hablaria sobre el placer. *Shiverescalobrivido* lo podria llamar. Soy contento ademas; aunque... no podre’ acceptar que los momentos como estos vienen en pequenas cantidades. Fue una experiencia como algo total, cuando una persona siente que todavía no había una cosa „tan completa” y tan... cargante, que te contradiga los margines de lo que el alma había podido abrazar. Y digo que se trata solamente de carne? Hay mas, mas de lo que espere’.
Fue un escalofrio de los mas fuertes. Es inutil apreciar sus limites. Algo que cae perfectamente sobre el cuerpo y sobre el alma, que se hace uno y lo mismo con el otro cuerpo y con el otro corazon; que son del nino, del muchacho que no sabe que son la Fortuna, el Destino. Hay una oscuridad de aquella noche que me ha hecho ver cuanta luz y forza puede portar una muchacha en sus brazos y abrazos, en sus besos, en su boca pesada, que agarraba fortisimamente la esencia de mis labios. Probablemente que fue esta misma fuerza que me ha tenido hasta este momento en lo que escribo.
ITA Un male necessario ed un brivido inconfondibile. Brivido? No! C’e` un po` di piu`... Un male necessario per la mia formazione nella vita, al fine che la sorte mi trovi preparato :-j Meglio, parlerei sul piacere. *Shiverescalobrivido* lo potrei chiamare. Sono contento inoltre; benche’... non potro` accettare che i momenti come questi vengono in piccoli quantita`. Fu una esperienza come qualcosa totale, quando una persona sente che ancora non c’era una cosa „completa cosi`” e... caricante cosi`, che ti contraddica i margini di quello che l’anima aveva potuto abbracciare. E dico che si tratta soltanto di carne? C’e` piu`, piu` che ho aspettato.
Fu un brivido dei piu` forti. E’ inutile apprezzare le sue limiti. Cualcosa che cade perfectamente sul corpo e sull’anima, che si fa uno e lo stesso coll’altro corpo e coll’altro cuore; che son del bambino, del fanciulo che non sa cosa son’ la Fortuna, il Destino. C’e` un’oscurita` di quella notte che mi ha fatto vedere quanta luce e forza puo` portar’ una fanciula nelle sue braccia, nei suoi baci, ed abbracci, nella sua bocca pesante, che stringeva fortissimamente l’essenza delle mie labbra. Probabilmente che fu questa stessa forza che mi ha tenuto fino a quest’istante in cui scrivo.
LAT Malum necessarium et frigus inconfundibile. Frigus, tremor? Non! Aliquid plus est... Malum necessarium mea formatione in vita, ut Sors paratum me inveniat :-j Melius, dicam de voluptate. *Shiverescalobrivido* id possem appellare. Plus, contentus sum; quamquam... admittere non potero momenta ut ista parvis quantitatis venire. Experientia ut quidquid totale fuit, quando persona sentit iam non fuisse quidquid „tam completum” et... tam onerante , quid tuas limites cuius anima potuerat abbracchiare contradicat. Et dico id esse solum de carne? Plus est, plus quam exspectavi.
Frigus potentissmorum fuit. Inutile est huius limites appreciare. Quidquid cadens perfecte supra corpus et supra animam, quid unum et idem alio corpore et alio corde se facit; quae pueri, infantis sunt qui nescit quid Fortuna, Sors essent. Est obscuritas illius noctis quae me fecit vedere quantam lucem et fortitudinem potest puella portare suis bracchiis, suis basiis, et abbracchiis, sua ore ponderosa, quae fortissime essentiam mearum labra stringebat. Fortasse eadem ista fortitudo quae me usque ad hoc momentum quo scribo tenuit.
FRA Un mal nécessaire et un frisson, un froid inconfondable. Froid? Non! Il y a beaucoup plus... Un mal nécessaire pour ma formation dans la vie, pour que la sort me trouve préparé :-j Mieux, je parlerais sur le plaisir. *Shiverescalofroid* je le pourrais appeler. Je suis content en plus; bien que... je ne pourrai accepter que les moments comme ceux-ci viennent en petites quantités. Il fut une expérience comme quelque chose totale, quand une persone sent qu’il n’y avais encore quelque chose „si complète” et si... chargeante, qui te contradise les margines de ce que l’âme avait pu embracer. Et je dis qu’il s’agit seulment de chair? Il y a plus, plus que j’attendais.
Il fut un froid des plus forts. Il est inutile apprecier ses limites. Quelque chose qui tombe parfaitement sur le corps et sur l’âme, qui se fait un el le même avec l’autre corps et avec l’autre coeur; qui sont de l’enfant, du garçon qui ne sait pas quoi sont la Fortune, le Destin. Il y a une obscurité de cette nuit-là qui m’a fait voir combien de lumière et force peut porter une jeune-fille dans ses bras et embraces, dans ses baisers, dans sa bouche pésante, qui tirait fortement l’essence de mes lèvres. Probablement que fut cette même force qui m’a tenu jusqu’à ce moment dont j’écris.
ESP Un mal necesario y un escalofrio inconfundible. Escalofrio? No! Hay mucho mas... Un mal necesario por mi formación en la vida, para que la suerte me encuentre preparado :-j Mejor, hablaria sobre el placer. *Shiverescalobrivido* lo podria llamar. Soy contento ademas; aunque... no podre’ acceptar que los momentos como estos vienen en pequenas cantidades. Fue una experiencia como algo total, cuando una persona siente que todavía no había una cosa „tan completa” y tan... cargante, que te contradiga los margines de lo que el alma había podido abrazar. Y digo que se trata solamente de carne? Hay mas, mas de lo que espere’.
Fue un escalofrio de los mas fuertes. Es inutil apreciar sus limites. Algo que cae perfectamente sobre el cuerpo y sobre el alma, que se hace uno y lo mismo con el otro cuerpo y con el otro corazon; que son del nino, del muchacho que no sabe que son la Fortuna, el Destino. Hay una oscuridad de aquella noche que me ha hecho ver cuanta luz y forza puede portar una muchacha en sus brazos y abrazos, en sus besos, en su boca pesada, que agarraba fortisimamente la esencia de mis labios. Probablemente que fue esta misma fuerza que me ha tenido hasta este momento en lo que escribo.
ITA Un male necessario ed un brivido inconfondibile. Brivido? No! C’e` un po` di piu`... Un male necessario per la mia formazione nella vita, al fine che la sorte mi trovi preparato :-j Meglio, parlerei sul piacere. *Shiverescalobrivido* lo potrei chiamare. Sono contento inoltre; benche’... non potro` accettare che i momenti come questi vengono in piccoli quantita`. Fu una esperienza come qualcosa totale, quando una persona sente che ancora non c’era una cosa „completa cosi`” e... caricante cosi`, che ti contraddica i margini di quello che l’anima aveva potuto abbracciare. E dico che si tratta soltanto di carne? C’e` piu`, piu` che ho aspettato.
Fu un brivido dei piu` forti. E’ inutile apprezzare le sue limiti. Cualcosa che cade perfectamente sul corpo e sull’anima, che si fa uno e lo stesso coll’altro corpo e coll’altro cuore; che son del bambino, del fanciulo che non sa cosa son’ la Fortuna, il Destino. C’e` un’oscurita` di quella notte che mi ha fatto vedere quanta luce e forza puo` portar’ una fanciula nelle sue braccia, nei suoi baci, ed abbracci, nella sua bocca pesante, che stringeva fortissimamente l’essenza delle mie labbra. Probabilmente che fu questa stessa forza che mi ha tenuto fino a quest’istante in cui scrivo.
LAT Malum necessarium et frigus inconfundibile. Frigus, tremor? Non! Aliquid plus est... Malum necessarium mea formatione in vita, ut Sors paratum me inveniat :-j Melius, dicam de voluptate. *Shiverescalobrivido* id possem appellare. Plus, contentus sum; quamquam... admittere non potero momenta ut ista parvis quantitatis venire. Experientia ut quidquid totale fuit, quando persona sentit iam non fuisse quidquid „tam completum” et... tam onerante , quid tuas limites cuius anima potuerat abbracchiare contradicat. Et dico id esse solum de carne? Plus est, plus quam exspectavi.
Frigus potentissmorum fuit. Inutile est huius limites appreciare. Quidquid cadens perfecte supra corpus et supra animam, quid unum et idem alio corpore et alio corde se facit; quae pueri, infantis sunt qui nescit quid Fortuna, Sors essent. Est obscuritas illius noctis quae me fecit vedere quantam lucem et fortitudinem potest puella portare suis bracchiis, suis basiis, et abbracchiis, sua ore ponderosa, quae fortissime essentiam mearum labra stringebat. Fortasse eadem ista fortitudo quae me usque ad hoc momentum quo scribo tenuit.
2008.06.17 Carpathian Aphrodite
Carpathian Aphrodite
(Aesthetics of the Ugly)
Gorgons, hormones, come ignite
the child’s white coat at midnight!
When the clock’s bell tolls twelve hours
snake’s tongue whistles ‘He is ours’.
But he liked it, always does.
Even if he’s drenched, he has
all the times enjoyed their pleas:
‘Come and take some cookies please!’.
Drenched with pleasure, almost cries,
For daemonic flesh he squeezed.
She wonders at no surprise,
for some moments he is pleased
till he heard ‘I want to sleep!
out from my nest, do it quick!
Or my creatures come and eat you,
My blonde genius needs to chew.’
Werewolves, owls, spiders came out
from below the nose at her shout;
fleas ran crazy, lazy louses were in doubt,
asked if they’d been living there.
‘Now I see’, said the Flea King
I was now about to sing,
or to laugh when I saw
that all she needed was a saw
or a razor and a mirror
to look clearer to her face
and to notice the snail trace
she’s been having there for days.
Little child, you don’t know
what you’re talking now. You’re low
to my extreme charms I have,
just that… beard and moustache grow
That is all… Oh, I forgot
all the qualities I’ve got.
Have I told you I’m so pretty?…
Oh, for Venus I feel pity.
(Aesthetics of the Ugly)
Gorgons, hormones, come ignite
the child’s white coat at midnight!
When the clock’s bell tolls twelve hours
snake’s tongue whistles ‘He is ours’.
But he liked it, always does.
Even if he’s drenched, he has
all the times enjoyed their pleas:
‘Come and take some cookies please!’.
Drenched with pleasure, almost cries,
For daemonic flesh he squeezed.
She wonders at no surprise,
for some moments he is pleased
till he heard ‘I want to sleep!
out from my nest, do it quick!
Or my creatures come and eat you,
My blonde genius needs to chew.’
Werewolves, owls, spiders came out
from below the nose at her shout;
fleas ran crazy, lazy louses were in doubt,
asked if they’d been living there.
‘Now I see’, said the Flea King
I was now about to sing,
or to laugh when I saw
that all she needed was a saw
or a razor and a mirror
to look clearer to her face
and to notice the snail trace
she’s been having there for days.
Little child, you don’t know
what you’re talking now. You’re low
to my extreme charms I have,
just that… beard and moustache grow
That is all… Oh, I forgot
all the qualities I’ve got.
Have I told you I’m so pretty?…
Oh, for Venus I feel pity.
2008.06.16 Sweet Sunk Venom
Sweet Venom
…an experience of heaven when swimming through the offered pieces of flesh and something satanic by the disguise of a white soul. Who could possibly bring this?
A fragile blaze into my soul
sit in relaxed while hormones rolled.
Body crawled,
Soul drooled…
Thy blaze hath been returning,
while its ice master’s burning
in the wish of laughing
to the eternal man of … nothing compares to your game
Deception stands next to your name
He watches her smile
to the boat that they float for a while.
She drives them on and on,
to his eyes a black veil’s upon.
“Our carrousel is not for children – she says –
Now you are high,
then you sank.
Here you’re with me, there you’re not!
Oh, I’ll let the string free us.
I’ll be swimming; while… you’re dreaming.
Wind shall let our boat slip through.
That who needs a saviour’s YOU!
Ha ha ha !
I’m Charon’s daughter…”
And if destiny is backwards,
then I want to slaughter all the mariners
who are going to sail along my sea!
They’re still catching fish.
Still have hooks that all men wish,
tentacles have they developed,
sucking with their lips of venom.
LUST is now thy name
DESIRE for which I crave
Spreading venom through their trumps,
spitting poison with their tongues,
creatures hide in their moustache,
in their brain
resides blonde trash.
Open wide trumps
ate pure children once,
poor elder their mask knows:
now they’re angels, then Gorgons,
snakes dwell well below their nose;
new child sought to undress their hose.
16 iun. 2008
…an experience of heaven when swimming through the offered pieces of flesh and something satanic by the disguise of a white soul. Who could possibly bring this?
A fragile blaze into my soul
sit in relaxed while hormones rolled.
Body crawled,
Soul drooled…
Thy blaze hath been returning,
while its ice master’s burning
in the wish of laughing
to the eternal man of … nothing compares to your game
Deception stands next to your name
He watches her smile
to the boat that they float for a while.
She drives them on and on,
to his eyes a black veil’s upon.
“Our carrousel is not for children – she says –
Now you are high,
then you sank.
Here you’re with me, there you’re not!
Oh, I’ll let the string free us.
I’ll be swimming; while… you’re dreaming.
Wind shall let our boat slip through.
That who needs a saviour’s YOU!
Ha ha ha !
I’m Charon’s daughter…”
And if destiny is backwards,
then I want to slaughter all the mariners
who are going to sail along my sea!
They’re still catching fish.
Still have hooks that all men wish,
tentacles have they developed,
sucking with their lips of venom.
LUST is now thy name
DESIRE for which I crave
Spreading venom through their trumps,
spitting poison with their tongues,
creatures hide in their moustache,
in their brain
resides blonde trash.
Open wide trumps
ate pure children once,
poor elder their mask knows:
now they’re angels, then Gorgons,
snakes dwell well below their nose;
new child sought to undress their hose.
16 iun. 2008
2008.06.12-16 Parental Advisory Carrousel
The Carrousel (P.A. / free ride)
…I feel like I had forgotten something but that proves to be the expectations or the feelings I let there sunk in the river of one body rather than a soul: the sweeter it seemed, the bitterer now tastes…
The carrousel of destiny has rocked me,
I’m puzzled in fate’s maze.
Just music might have freed me
from rolling the last days.
And writing does the same;
still there is none to blame.
The ups and downs go on.
Man’s thoughts get wrong and wrong,
While Fortune drives him wild…
12 iun. 2008
As far as I can see,
Our fate is upside down
soul’s power’s driven me
backwards to that of reason
All that we try to compensate
is an ant’s tear in the Jurassic ocean.
But all’s not useless and non-sense.
Though, facts are upside down.
It’s the absurd of hope:
It fuels yet our life’s fire
Hope is the reason for the downs,
It makes us all the times stand higher.
Still there is no return,
It’s a one-way highway till the end,
as the flowing water
that doesn’t see the spring again.
Fate is totally reverse and blind
when we see the power of the heart
overcoming, being backwards
to the power of mind.
Neither did Zeus, nor can the time-machine
pass over Fate.
Now I run hither,
then comes another sailor
who steals my soul and tears it up.
The pieces go now towards each will,
or wherever Fortune wishes.
16 iun. 2008
…I feel like I had forgotten something but that proves to be the expectations or the feelings I let there sunk in the river of one body rather than a soul: the sweeter it seemed, the bitterer now tastes…
The carrousel of destiny has rocked me,
I’m puzzled in fate’s maze.
Just music might have freed me
from rolling the last days.
And writing does the same;
still there is none to blame.
The ups and downs go on.
Man’s thoughts get wrong and wrong,
While Fortune drives him wild…
12 iun. 2008
As far as I can see,
Our fate is upside down
soul’s power’s driven me
backwards to that of reason
All that we try to compensate
is an ant’s tear in the Jurassic ocean.
But all’s not useless and non-sense.
Though, facts are upside down.
It’s the absurd of hope:
It fuels yet our life’s fire
Hope is the reason for the downs,
It makes us all the times stand higher.
Still there is no return,
It’s a one-way highway till the end,
as the flowing water
that doesn’t see the spring again.
Fate is totally reverse and blind
when we see the power of the heart
overcoming, being backwards
to the power of mind.
Neither did Zeus, nor can the time-machine
pass over Fate.
Now I run hither,
then comes another sailor
who steals my soul and tears it up.
The pieces go now towards each will,
or wherever Fortune wishes.
16 iun. 2008
A.A.
Seeek my soul in wildernesses,
So I can love, bring it to me,
Teach me what tenderness is
To shrink our path to infinity,
Take me up from obscurity
And light my way through,
Help me when I want to fall,
Love me so I can see at least you
Have a soul!
By A.A. (translation)
So I can love, bring it to me,
Teach me what tenderness is
To shrink our path to infinity,
Take me up from obscurity
And light my way through,
Help me when I want to fall,
Love me so I can see at least you
Have a soul!
By A.A. (translation)
2009.06.10 the antidote
The Antidote
The antidote to a poison
Is at times the poison itself
Dripped drop by drop
On the wound till it fades.
The antidote to a poison
Is at times the poison itself
Dripped drop by drop
On the wound till it fades.
2009.06.03-04 Desire in Velvet Cuffs
Desire in Velvet Cuffs / Metallic States of Soul / The Tin Prison
Are your cuffs made of velvet?
Is their key made of tin?
Why aren't they as hard as metal?
If we unlock the cell is it sacrilegious?
Why do you keep me in tin cuffs?
Deliver me in pleasant metal cells
Where Thanatos with Eros dwells
And doors are shut under lead bolts.
Drip me vibrating metal feelings; I need a heavy shiver.
Your prison cells are closed with clay padlocks.
Our land is molten mercury
It's not going to last a century.
Feed me with heavy feelings
Take me to your volcanic mountain metal fortress,
And I'll write down a symphony of steel,
Play it with roaring screaming axes,
And you'll inspire a bass line of titanium.
Feed me with metal feelings
Then while my tin strings sing of leisure
You'll come and stir my senses with electric kisses.
I feel the heavy lead melting in the heart's furnace
Give me metallic uncast feelings
Now let's imagine the iron in our forge
Waiting to be dripped in heart-like shapes
Like casting heavy lyrics on the symphonic staff.
Isn't it ironic how we can't touch
The cores of our iron fortress?
Our furnaces are not in the same realm
You must hence give me the coordinates
To where your soul dwells in the velvet cell.
Why can't I think of Earth
And I try to embrace the stars?
Why can't I do it the simple way?
Are your cuffs made of velvet?
Is their key made of tin?
Why aren't they as hard as metal?
If we unlock the cell is it sacrilegious?
Why do you keep me in tin cuffs?
Deliver me in pleasant metal cells
Where Thanatos with Eros dwells
And doors are shut under lead bolts.
Drip me vibrating metal feelings; I need a heavy shiver.
Your prison cells are closed with clay padlocks.
Our land is molten mercury
It's not going to last a century.
Feed me with heavy feelings
Take me to your volcanic mountain metal fortress,
And I'll write down a symphony of steel,
Play it with roaring screaming axes,
And you'll inspire a bass line of titanium.
Feed me with metal feelings
Then while my tin strings sing of leisure
You'll come and stir my senses with electric kisses.
I feel the heavy lead melting in the heart's furnace
Give me metallic uncast feelings
Now let's imagine the iron in our forge
Waiting to be dripped in heart-like shapes
Like casting heavy lyrics on the symphonic staff.
Isn't it ironic how we can't touch
The cores of our iron fortress?
Our furnaces are not in the same realm
You must hence give me the coordinates
To where your soul dwells in the velvet cell.
Why can't I think of Earth
And I try to embrace the stars?
Why can't I do it the simple way?
2009.06.23 End of Eternity
End of Eternity
who are you and who am I?
what lead our universes to
when they collide?
what is next to pass through?
you said we are one single soul
like we'd been here
for a thousand years
yet getting mazed I can't control.
did we pay the ticket?
did you put your seatbelt?
if not, I anyway push it
we're in like blinded held.
here ends eternity
and starts another chapter
...
...
who are you and who am I?
what lead our universes to
when they collide?
what is next to pass through?
you said we are one single soul
like we'd been here
for a thousand years
yet getting mazed I can't control.
did we pay the ticket?
did you put your seatbelt?
if not, I anyway push it
we're in like blinded held.
here ends eternity
and starts another chapter
...
...
2009.05.14 Lupus
Homo homini lupus. Et lupus semper bestiarum oculos vidit et novit.
Today I've chosen the beast.
My mind draws me to the ground, to the roots, while my heart drives me high.
This is why I've been lying to myself lately. (~12 a.m.)
Today I've chosen the beast.
My mind draws me to the ground, to the roots, while my heart drives me high.
This is why I've been lying to myself lately. (~12 a.m.)
2009.04.14, 18-19 HELLen
In nebula temporum viridissimae meae animae
And that was how it started:
Back in the mist of my young heart,
I invite you on my magic carpet
Once, when I'm at your window
To kidnap you to my Universe you once loved.
Once...
Now I tell her: 'Miss,
Ain't you moody for a kiss Iasi,
On the red carpet 14 apr 2009
I call you to step on?' 8:32 pm
'Maybe' -
The only word
That can define my feelings:
Presuming all day long
Is all I've done so far.
I'm the blind in the haze,
I check with my stick
Whether I caught a feeling in my net
That rots if I don't fuel it.
I'm at a crossroad of my neurons
I let myself led far and far
I'm at a crossroad of my neurons
And I got to a corner of my mind.
I'm intricate and tangled
Annihilate me from your angle,
Some find theirselves superior
Based on their pure truth.
I am barely a slave
To what's been written,
Humanity's thoughts are carried to the grave
After they're caged and hidden.
I've paid my tribute to myself,
I've chiselled words on my paved destiny.
We're universes farther deep
Than what we think.
It just happens at times,
Coincidence makes it,
To fill our everlasting loneliness
With another's spark.
We only have to lit the torch sometimes.
My lyric can be all you want to hear,
Or nothing.
There's been no judge to art, to souls.
I guess not even God can do that;
God knows if God exists.
I know love is retarded,
We all know it. I feel
We find somehow each other
In the same lost childhood.
Just you don't like admitting
You can lose it completely,
I see you drowning, sinking,
Forever not returning.
You could only accuse me
I cannot look objectively
To what your soul encages;
You too can't feel effectively.
Maybe I liked your open way,
Maybe your open heart.
Maybe an image did obsess me, I could say
Maybe a cold ghoul from body apart
Or maybe it is only lips that froze.
I also could name it
A half-fulfilled obsession,
Or, as you say by now,
Just a 'springtime obsession'.
I'm out of time, kept still,
(La donna è mobile, l'uomo immobile?)
Our times are dusk, a crumbled day,
Desyncronised I feel us. 20/04/2009 1:20 AM
After these years, Bumbata,
Two years 18->19 apr 2009
Of loving one through another... 11:20 pm
That's really been a theory
And just like the dog 19 apr, ~ 23.00...
Which bites the hand that fed him
You now call it an error.
I'd tell her:
Assume your lust!
'Cause the two sexes have two different ways
Of saying 'All I want's not sex'.
You've been counting the days
To see your Prince Charming.
Tragedy is the most painful
When you get it drop by drop:
Why don't we find out earlier
That our beloved is gone?
Why do we have to bear
Pain by pain - nightmare,
Little by little, drop by drop,
Days and not instants? 22/04/2009 12:10 AM
So fulfilment of the pain becomes concentration of the pain, a new ideal, instead of dripping it; we should have no pain lost into drops. Why doesn't it come into higher amounts?
Half a year ago I was myself; I was enjoying life. Now it's vanity. It's like I were trying to fill this cannion with a grain of sand, of hope, of happiness; filling the blackness with the green - it just blackens all the tries, it nullifies them (apparently). The grain means this little group of people who care, want to care or pretend to care and make my life happier, willingly or unwillingly, and also those who are to come to fill it on; the cannion is this hole which started half a year ago, that enlarged almost day by day; it would be an exageration to consider it was only void; but it mainly led to this void...
And why do we try to describe the affects by matterial terms? Do we feel more pragmatic?
Anyway, this is what I now call vanity. It all depends on the effort of the cannion, which is not considerable - in balance with that of the drop of happiness that has to be at least the void's size; and it can't be. 22/04/2009 12:15-12:27 AM
And that was how it started:
Back in the mist of my young heart,
I invite you on my magic carpet
Once, when I'm at your window
To kidnap you to my Universe you once loved.
Once...
Now I tell her: 'Miss,
Ain't you moody for a kiss Iasi,
On the red carpet 14 apr 2009
I call you to step on?' 8:32 pm
'Maybe' -
The only word
That can define my feelings:
Presuming all day long
Is all I've done so far.
I'm the blind in the haze,
I check with my stick
Whether I caught a feeling in my net
That rots if I don't fuel it.
I'm at a crossroad of my neurons
I let myself led far and far
I'm at a crossroad of my neurons
And I got to a corner of my mind.
I'm intricate and tangled
Annihilate me from your angle,
Some find theirselves superior
Based on their pure truth.
I am barely a slave
To what's been written,
Humanity's thoughts are carried to the grave
After they're caged and hidden.
I've paid my tribute to myself,
I've chiselled words on my paved destiny.
We're universes farther deep
Than what we think.
It just happens at times,
Coincidence makes it,
To fill our everlasting loneliness
With another's spark.
We only have to lit the torch sometimes.
My lyric can be all you want to hear,
Or nothing.
There's been no judge to art, to souls.
I guess not even God can do that;
God knows if God exists.
I know love is retarded,
We all know it. I feel
We find somehow each other
In the same lost childhood.
Just you don't like admitting
You can lose it completely,
I see you drowning, sinking,
Forever not returning.
You could only accuse me
I cannot look objectively
To what your soul encages;
You too can't feel effectively.
Maybe I liked your open way,
Maybe your open heart.
Maybe an image did obsess me, I could say
Maybe a cold ghoul from body apart
Or maybe it is only lips that froze.
I also could name it
A half-fulfilled obsession,
Or, as you say by now,
Just a 'springtime obsession'.
I'm out of time, kept still,
(La donna è mobile, l'uomo immobile?)
Our times are dusk, a crumbled day,
Desyncronised I feel us. 20/04/2009 1:20 AM
After these years, Bumbata,
Two years 18->19 apr 2009
Of loving one through another... 11:20 pm
That's really been a theory
And just like the dog 19 apr, ~ 23.00...
Which bites the hand that fed him
You now call it an error.
I'd tell her:
Assume your lust!
'Cause the two sexes have two different ways
Of saying 'All I want's not sex'.
You've been counting the days
To see your Prince Charming.
Tragedy is the most painful
When you get it drop by drop:
Why don't we find out earlier
That our beloved is gone?
Why do we have to bear
Pain by pain - nightmare,
Little by little, drop by drop,
Days and not instants? 22/04/2009 12:10 AM
So fulfilment of the pain becomes concentration of the pain, a new ideal, instead of dripping it; we should have no pain lost into drops. Why doesn't it come into higher amounts?
Half a year ago I was myself; I was enjoying life. Now it's vanity. It's like I were trying to fill this cannion with a grain of sand, of hope, of happiness; filling the blackness with the green - it just blackens all the tries, it nullifies them (apparently). The grain means this little group of people who care, want to care or pretend to care and make my life happier, willingly or unwillingly, and also those who are to come to fill it on; the cannion is this hole which started half a year ago, that enlarged almost day by day; it would be an exageration to consider it was only void; but it mainly led to this void...
And why do we try to describe the affects by matterial terms? Do we feel more pragmatic?
Anyway, this is what I now call vanity. It all depends on the effort of the cannion, which is not considerable - in balance with that of the drop of happiness that has to be at least the void's size; and it can't be. 22/04/2009 12:15-12:27 AM
2009.04.14 H TABEPNA
H TABEPNA
VIVERE EST BIBERE aut
NON EST VALERE, SED BIBERE VITA,
Even though we remember the wounds here,
It is music too that heals them.
Or at least this is what we wanna think.
It's like a temporary happiness forever lasting.
Back in the mist of my young heart,
I once invited you on my magic carpet
When I will have been at your window
To kidnap you to my Universe you once loved.
Now I tell her: Miss,
Ain't you moody for a kiss Iasi,
On the red carpet 14 apr 2009
I call you to step on? 8:32 pm
Iam sentio fumum aeris etiam nunc
Primum cum audio Tabernae musicam
In otiosa hodie
Ubi tempus stat immobile.
Qvamqvam saepe me interrogo
Quid tempora haberent commune materia(Abl.),
Illud iam nos delebit ex hoc spatio.
VIVERE EST BIBERE aut
NON EST VALERE, SED BIBERE VITA,
Even though we remember the wounds here,
It is music too that heals them.
Or at least this is what we wanna think.
It's like a temporary happiness forever lasting.
Back in the mist of my young heart,
I once invited you on my magic carpet
When I will have been at your window
To kidnap you to my Universe you once loved.
Now I tell her: Miss,
Ain't you moody for a kiss Iasi,
On the red carpet 14 apr 2009
I call you to step on? 8:32 pm
Iam sentio fumum aeris etiam nunc
Primum cum audio Tabernae musicam
In otiosa hodie
Ubi tempus stat immobile.
Qvamqvam saepe me interrogo
Quid tempora haberent commune materia(Abl.),
Illud iam nos delebit ex hoc spatio.
2009.04.14 Annihilation
I'd like to see you in a chapter, (I'm torn between the centuries: 1990-2012)
Lost between the pages:
That of my birth,
And of my childhood,
In the Middle Ages of my book.
2009 apr 14, ~ 10.00 am, Iasi.
Lost between the pages:
That of my birth,
And of my childhood,
In the Middle Ages of my book.
2009 apr 14, ~ 10.00 am, Iasi.
2009.04.05 DVPLICITAS
DVPLICITAS?
QVIA UNAM SOLAM
PAREM EADDEM NON MI VIDETVR:
QVIS FVIT TVNC?
ET QVIS EST NVNC?
QVAMQVAM TIBIAE CITHERAEQVE
CANENT DE PACED
ETERNITATED
MINIME IDONEVM MANEBIT
MARE ISTIVS ET FORS SVAS ALEAS IACEBIT.
INTERROGATIONEM VOBIS HABEREM:
QVID AGETIS SCIENTIBVS INFEROS ME EUVNDVM
QVAMQVAM PERIVI PAVLO IAM?
5 apr 2009, 14.00
QVIA UNAM SOLAM
PAREM EADDEM NON MI VIDETVR:
QVIS FVIT TVNC?
ET QVIS EST NVNC?
QVAMQVAM TIBIAE CITHERAEQVE
CANENT DE PACED
ETERNITATED
MINIME IDONEVM MANEBIT
MARE ISTIVS ET FORS SVAS ALEAS IACEBIT.
INTERROGATIONEM VOBIS HABEREM:
QVID AGETIS SCIENTIBVS INFEROS ME EUVNDVM
QVAMQVAM PERIVI PAVLO IAM?
5 apr 2009, 14.00
2009.03.29 Thê Maurospera or Thê Anonomatê
Thê Maurospera / Thê Anonomatê
Vere - annitempore maxime idoneo meis Cupidinibus
In quo nec unquam amorem quamquid habui
Vere hanc nugam scribo:
Simul ac nox et dies nos habemus
Ergo: pro quo fini rursus dare affectus?
Ab solis resurrectione usque ad illius casum
Ne quaeras puellas quibus tempus vano occidas.
Sol - ut Catullo dictum - levabit cadebitque;
Tu autem ad finem irrevertibile apposueris;
Tamen tempus est autem odiendi sociationes oppulentes,
Quia res non facit te apponere in medio vere!
Putna,
29 mar 09
23:50
Vere - annitempore maxime idoneo meis Cupidinibus
In quo nec unquam amorem quamquid habui
Vere hanc nugam scribo:
Simul ac nox et dies nos habemus
Ergo: pro quo fini rursus dare affectus?
Ab solis resurrectione usque ad illius casum
Ne quaeras puellas quibus tempus vano occidas.
Sol - ut Catullo dictum - levabit cadebitque;
Tu autem ad finem irrevertibile apposueris;
Tamen tempus est autem odiendi sociationes oppulentes,
Quia res non facit te apponere in medio vere!
Putna,
29 mar 09
23:50
2009.03.10 overall satyr of read books
One life -
An opened book she exposed.
Gouls
Make me read
With blurred black glasses
I never ended their misty tale.
Nor have I ink to drag them to an end,
Never will I have it,
Cause their (cota~) is in another library.
Their pale blue shivers of mist
Have always encrypted the tale.
New pergaments knock on my pencil's door.
~18.00-18.30
An opened book she exposed.
Gouls
Make me read
With blurred black glasses
I never ended their misty tale.
Nor have I ink to drag them to an end,
Never will I have it,
Cause their (cota~) is in another library.
Their pale blue shivers of mist
Have always encrypted the tale.
New pergaments knock on my pencil's door.
~18.00-18.30
2009.02.20 Why Endeavour
Why endeavour,
When forever
Life has crumbled?
Why endeavour?
When you never
Seek for the red?
Why endeavour?
Now and ever
Haven't you dared?
Haven't you dared
To ask if life's dead?
You can't hold it
Hooks can't hold it.
Hooks are hopeless,
Even hope's rope: 20 feb 2009
Unless we believe.
When forever
Life has crumbled?
Why endeavour?
When you never
Seek for the red?
Why endeavour?
Now and ever
Haven't you dared?
Haven't you dared
To ask if life's dead?
You can't hold it
Hooks can't hold it.
Hooks are hopeless,
Even hope's rope: 20 feb 2009
Unless we believe.
2009.02.12 We've All Tasted Appearance More Or Less
(Childhood's End)
Gouls, lies, appearances,
Hope's tunnel lights.
Life shines upon us
As long as these do shine.
As soon as you unsew
Its color and its meaning,
There might be no undoing,
Might be no coming back.
(13 feb 02:00) A withered weed is peeping
Behind the wisdom of the old:
This weed called vanity
He now avoids to_unfold.
His proverbs are not lies
He'd oft tasted, then wasted.
Liar joyful advice - be this
As long as children taste it?
As soon as they can't tell
The bright bloom from the thistles
Any more, it chokes a little;
You're embraced by the chisels
Which once had been the petals;
You grab life by its horns,
You tend to push its pedals
To pull blooms out of thorns.
As soon as you leave fancy
That once you took for granted,
The stairway to deep frenzy
Can be no more departed.
A withered weed that hissed;
In its hiding likelihood
You believed, a plague not on the list
For the feast of your childhood.
A semi-parasite in blossom,
Which flourished by the season
Of my orchard of drawn affects
I wish it had been mistletoe.
Now they are getting dressed
By barely black and white.
In a way... (03:40)
Gouls, lies, appearances,
Hope's tunnel lights.
Life shines upon us
As long as these do shine.
As soon as you unsew
Its color and its meaning,
There might be no undoing,
Might be no coming back.
(13 feb 02:00) A withered weed is peeping
Behind the wisdom of the old:
This weed called vanity
He now avoids to_unfold.
His proverbs are not lies
He'd oft tasted, then wasted.
Liar joyful advice - be this
As long as children taste it?
As soon as they can't tell
The bright bloom from the thistles
Any more, it chokes a little;
You're embraced by the chisels
Which once had been the petals;
You grab life by its horns,
You tend to push its pedals
To pull blooms out of thorns.
As soon as you leave fancy
That once you took for granted,
The stairway to deep frenzy
Can be no more departed.
A withered weed that hissed;
In its hiding likelihood
You believed, a plague not on the list
For the feast of your childhood.
A semi-parasite in blossom,
Which flourished by the season
Of my orchard of drawn affects
I wish it had been mistletoe.
Now they are getting dressed
By barely black and white.
In a way... (03:40)
2009.02.09 (c) Animae obscurae
(Ars Poetica)
Poemata nec de nobilibus solum veniunt Neither come poems only from those who're kind
Animis, neque de illis qui non sacri sunt. At heart, nor from those unsacred.
De quoque modo ne te monstres illae animae In the same way show yourself not to the soul
Qua versus non amatur, quae hunc jactat in igne. To whom verses are priceless, who throw them into fire
Quamquam pluunt aut ridunt horum animae, Even if their souls cry or laugh,
Caelestae_aut non celestae, mansae incognitae, Celestial or not celestial, left unknown
Incognitae ceterae tamen visu maneant, The others would remain unknown to sight
Poetaeque quaerunt si illae iam rideant, And poets ask if they're still laughing
Si hi possint affectus illis iam extrahere, If they can drag their feelings for them any more,
Nequis in oceano poemata ut pluviam jacere. Lest they throw the poems as some raindrops in the ocean
Utique ne te monstres cui versum jactat ignem, Anyway, show not yourself to whom throws verses to fire, (14 feb)
Quod eidem ludum artem esse vident 'Cause to them art is like playing as it seems.
Poemata nec de nobilibus solum veniunt Neither come poems only from those who're kind
Animis, neque de illis qui non sacri sunt. At heart, nor from those unsacred.
De quoque modo ne te monstres illae animae In the same way show yourself not to the soul
Qua versus non amatur, quae hunc jactat in igne. To whom verses are priceless, who throw them into fire
Quamquam pluunt aut ridunt horum animae, Even if their souls cry or laugh,
Caelestae_aut non celestae, mansae incognitae, Celestial or not celestial, left unknown
Incognitae ceterae tamen visu maneant, The others would remain unknown to sight
Poetaeque quaerunt si illae iam rideant, And poets ask if they're still laughing
Si hi possint affectus illis iam extrahere, If they can drag their feelings for them any more,
Nequis in oceano poemata ut pluviam jacere. Lest they throw the poems as some raindrops in the ocean
Utique ne te monstres cui versum jactat ignem, Anyway, show not yourself to whom throws verses to fire, (14 feb)
Quod eidem ludum artem esse vident 'Cause to them art is like playing as it seems.
2009.02.09 (b) Culori despicate
M-am întrebat, am căutat - al vieții sens sau rost;
Şi am simțit că, deși toate nu-s atât de roz,
Nici neantul, nici calea | înspre pururi negru van
Nu sunt (cel mai) de preț, și-îmbrățișez speranța vag
Că de-a sorții menire ne vom apropia ades.
N-as năzui spre-al ei supraestimat sens,
Ci îi conserv şi tind a-i îngroșa al său contur,
Căci este hâd tot ce o străjuie frumos în jur,
E nebunie, ca atunci când de rațiune o pătrunzi
Şi vrei să lupți, și știi că pierzi și te afunzi
S-o-ntini cu cifra, când sensul alb îi cercetezi,
În van când te întrebi ce va fi mâine, pierzi,
Când nu simți ce e azi, când negi s-o afli pana-n miez
Acum; când îi desfaci culoarea şi-o prefaci dedus
În ițe de-alb și negru toarse - pe al minții fus;
Pălită de cunoașteri concrete-n fire sure
Se schimb-apoi în negru, în negru va apune.
Iar când în frământare te socoți: cum? unde? când?
Întreabă-te-astfel de-al ei rost, şi nu ce-i soarta-n gând.
Real nu căuta doar în cunoașteri, materializând;
Natura-ți rade-n fata când o recroiești concretizând <--15 mar)
Abstrage vieții rațiunea, nepătruns de gând,
Tot astfel simte-i clipa și n-o gândi-ndelung.
Şi am simțit că, deși toate nu-s atât de roz,
Nici neantul, nici calea | înspre pururi negru van
Nu sunt (cel mai) de preț, și-îmbrățișez speranța vag
Că de-a sorții menire ne vom apropia ades.
N-as năzui spre-al ei supraestimat sens,
Ci îi conserv şi tind a-i îngroșa al său contur,
Căci este hâd tot ce o străjuie frumos în jur,
E nebunie, ca atunci când de rațiune o pătrunzi
Şi vrei să lupți, și știi că pierzi și te afunzi
S-o-ntini cu cifra, când sensul alb îi cercetezi,
În van când te întrebi ce va fi mâine, pierzi,
Când nu simți ce e azi, când negi s-o afli pana-n miez
Acum; când îi desfaci culoarea şi-o prefaci dedus
În ițe de-alb și negru toarse - pe al minții fus;
Pălită de cunoașteri concrete-n fire sure
Se schimb-apoi în negru, în negru va apune.
Iar când în frământare te socoți: cum? unde? când?
Întreabă-te-astfel de-al ei rost, şi nu ce-i soarta-n gând.
Real nu căuta doar în cunoașteri, materializând;
Natura-ți rade-n fata când o recroiești concretizând <--15 mar)
Abstrage vieții rațiunea, nepătruns de gând,
Tot astfel simte-i clipa și n-o gândi-ndelung.
2009.02.09 (a) The Wreckage
I'm like a wrecked house:
They come, they leave,
They sip the liquor,
They lick the honey,
They haunt all day,
They gaze,
They laugh,
They slap the door,
They laugh and dance
Like the dancing poor,
They dance then sleep,
They wake in trance,
They lock the door,
And leave the beasts
Inside they shout again
And laugh.
Still, some of them always have known
And used to plant a seed
Of hope, love, pleasure,
Yet despair is what grows
Sometimes, when they no longer
Water the garden and flowers wither.
Still, some of them always have known
And used to go
To this true garden of my soul,
There isn't one just left alone
Who heeded for the weeds.
Though one has lately assumed the throne,
I'm not going to tell
About this traveller's well
That's given water to the garden,
She's not at all a burden:
Even though at times a stone,
Lately she's made my soul a feather,
Or is it the deep breath before the plunder?
Hours have ticked
Honey she's sipped.
This very crib
Isn't but limp
Seconds have tacked,
She's in, yet glad
They come, they leave,
They sip the liquor,
They lick the honey,
They haunt all day,
They gaze,
They laugh,
They slap the door,
They laugh and dance
Like the dancing poor,
They dance then sleep,
They wake in trance,
They lock the door,
And leave the beasts
Inside they shout again
And laugh.
Still, some of them always have known
And used to plant a seed
Of hope, love, pleasure,
Yet despair is what grows
Sometimes, when they no longer
Water the garden and flowers wither.
Still, some of them always have known
And used to go
To this true garden of my soul,
There isn't one just left alone
Who heeded for the weeds.
Though one has lately assumed the throne,
I'm not going to tell
About this traveller's well
That's given water to the garden,
She's not at all a burden:
Even though at times a stone,
Lately she's made my soul a feather,
Or is it the deep breath before the plunder?
Hours have ticked
Honey she's sipped.
This very crib
Isn't but limp
Seconds have tacked,
She's in, yet glad
2009.01.15 The Kitchen Of Affection 2
The Kitchen of Affection
I won’t starve for love,
Said the boy who looked in the feelings’ kitchen.
I won’t starve from love,
Said the lad who stared in the heart’s fridge.
He never actually did
Starve of love
Luckily for him.
The lad looks now backwards
And returns to the present and future
To Carpe diem!
He is ambitious
While he grinds love’s spices
Pouring them over and over
Forever after.
I won’t starve out of love
In the kitchen of affection,
‘Cause you can see me cooking with ebony spice,
Chopping love’s seeds oh so nice
I’m a butcher for your feelings,
‘Cause you can see me gently with my axe
Slicing love’s food right through to the middle,
Words that you can sweetly sip sewed with the pin and the needle,
Words for those who can hear, like the needle,
Words not for pins.
*
You crumbled the key
Even before putting my cuffs,
They are sentimental cuffs,
I can hardly help seizing their pain,
Taking their joy,
They are now imaginary.
2:00~2:30
I won’t starve for love,
Said the boy who looked in the feelings’ kitchen.
I won’t starve from love,
Said the lad who stared in the heart’s fridge.
He never actually did
Starve of love
Luckily for him.
The lad looks now backwards
And returns to the present and future
To Carpe diem!
He is ambitious
While he grinds love’s spices
Pouring them over and over
Forever after.
I won’t starve out of love
In the kitchen of affection,
‘Cause you can see me cooking with ebony spice,
Chopping love’s seeds oh so nice
I’m a butcher for your feelings,
‘Cause you can see me gently with my axe
Slicing love’s food right through to the middle,
Words that you can sweetly sip sewed with the pin and the needle,
Words for those who can hear, like the needle,
Words not for pins.
*
You crumbled the key
Even before putting my cuffs,
They are sentimental cuffs,
I can hardly help seizing their pain,
Taking their joy,
They are now imaginary.
2:00~2:30
2008.12.29 Felina sangvina ebenina
6:00 AM
Neuron cu neuron am s-astern pe hartie,
Ii modelez in idei, pan-am sa fac o mie
Sunt bombardat de Univers, ce ma-mbie
'Ntr-o meschina betie
Cu trairi, ganduri, reverie,
Ma-nvenineaza cu oglindiri de felina
Sangvina,
Ebenina;
Eu sunt sacalul asupra-ti ce ia o gustare senina
Din carnea fina
-A universului tau de lumina,
A candorii latente in forma de inima
Cu serenitate sangvina
Ce-anima.
Intrebari cu ecou mut se perinda
Zbatute-ntr-ai mintii pereti si grinda,
Ce-si afla raspuns croit pana-n tinda,
Una-i spune alteia, captiva:
"Pe-al sortii orizont pana cand are sa se-ntinda
Trairea, gandul, reveria oglindirii de felina
Sangvina,
Ebenina,
Ce-anima
Spiritul, latent candva, la viteza maxima
Acum, propulsat de-adrenalina?"
Eu sunt un cal de cursa scurta
Animat de dorinta, de-adrenalina.
Muza ebenina-mi prinde sufletul in lesin acum si mi-l alina.
Visez avid sete de revelare uneori,
Si ma trezesc cu bibliotecile Universului inchise
Si-apoi implodeaza betia de inspiratie in zori,
Ea ma face sa vad acum nu numai forme,
Ci si esente.
Alteori acelasi spirit sangvinic, aceleasi vise
Ma-ndeamna cu portile deschise
Sa sorb din revelare cu chip de om,
Fata de vremurile cu chip de bestie
Si chiar si-acum ma mai intreb,
S-aleg: Sa fiu tot bestie? Sau om?
08:30
Neuron cu neuron am s-astern pe hartie,
Ii modelez in idei, pan-am sa fac o mie
Sunt bombardat de Univers, ce ma-mbie
'Ntr-o meschina betie
Cu trairi, ganduri, reverie,
Ma-nvenineaza cu oglindiri de felina
Sangvina,
Ebenina;
Eu sunt sacalul asupra-ti ce ia o gustare senina
Din carnea fina
-A universului tau de lumina,
A candorii latente in forma de inima
Cu serenitate sangvina
Ce-anima.
Intrebari cu ecou mut se perinda
Zbatute-ntr-ai mintii pereti si grinda,
Ce-si afla raspuns croit pana-n tinda,
Una-i spune alteia, captiva:
"Pe-al sortii orizont pana cand are sa se-ntinda
Trairea, gandul, reveria oglindirii de felina
Sangvina,
Ebenina,
Ce-anima
Spiritul, latent candva, la viteza maxima
Acum, propulsat de-adrenalina?"
Eu sunt un cal de cursa scurta
Animat de dorinta, de-adrenalina.
Muza ebenina-mi prinde sufletul in lesin acum si mi-l alina.
Visez avid sete de revelare uneori,
Si ma trezesc cu bibliotecile Universului inchise
Si-apoi implodeaza betia de inspiratie in zori,
Ea ma face sa vad acum nu numai forme,
Ci si esente.
Alteori acelasi spirit sangvinic, aceleasi vise
Ma-ndeamna cu portile deschise
Sa sorb din revelare cu chip de om,
Fata de vremurile cu chip de bestie
Si chiar si-acum ma mai intreb,
S-aleg: Sa fiu tot bestie? Sau om?
08:30
2008.12.16 Carcera de catifea
Carcera de catifea (16 dec 08, 2.00~2.30)
1Din această carceră de catifea
2Îmi voi urni mâine neputinţa
3M-apropii de solstiţiu si de Luna mea
4După ce-o lună peste noi doi ieri trecu.
1Iar când Selena din boare dispăru
2Şi Horus răsări mânat de vis din rouă,
3În zori lui lyra-i şoptea cântecul
4În care îi fura ea un sărut, o sută – două.
1Sunt strămutat din rădăcini, din zodia mea
2Sunt zguduit din fus ca-ntr-un recul
3Şi trupul, din urma sa –
4’Şi trage cu sine sufletul,
1Rătăcitor pe al lui Eros bulevard,
2Are să vie-ndată, şchiopătând,
3E pe-undeva, -ncâlcit
4În cântecul
5În care îi fura ea un sărut – două – zece – o mie unul.
1Din această carceră de catifea
2Îmi voi urni mâine neputinţa
3M-apropii de solstiţiu si de Luna mea
4După ce-o lună peste noi doi ieri trecu.
1Iar când Selena din boare dispăru
2Şi Horus răsări mânat de vis din rouă,
3În zori lui lyra-i şoptea cântecul
4În care îi fura ea un sărut, o sută – două.
1Sunt strămutat din rădăcini, din zodia mea
2Sunt zguduit din fus ca-ntr-un recul
3Şi trupul, din urma sa –
4’Şi trage cu sine sufletul,
1Rătăcitor pe al lui Eros bulevard,
2Are să vie-ndată, şchiopătând,
3E pe-undeva, -ncâlcit
4În cântecul
5În care îi fura ea un sărut – două – zece – o mie unul.
2008.12.14 Verde blond
Verde blond (14 dec, 2.00~3.30)
1Când ai venit tu, trăire malignă,
2Fior gingaş, numit felină
3Ce naşte-n inimă lumină,
4Eram fagure de pelin, tu-ai fost albină
5Speranţă, dulce fagure,
6Speranţă dulce ca pelinul,
7 a mea Selenă.
1Selenă, fee, tu, feeric m-alină,
2În pumn păstrează-mi speranţa vergină.
3Cu ochii blonzi, cu părul verde
4Întunecat virid, cerul ne pierde –
5Cerul ce-a fost şi este pentru noi
6Tărâm de zi, tărâm de noapte, şoapte moi.
1Rege pe cer – între nimfe şi stele
2Este Horus; Selena – regină-ntre ele.
3Spre solstiţ’ a lui coroană de mistere
4Îşi răsfiră către Feea;
5Ea-i alături, îl zăreşte-acum,
6E-aievea. Şi-o-mprejoară
7 cu-al lui foc.
1Ei aleargă mână-n mână ca `nainte
2Pe-al lui Eros boulevard acum,
3Şoapte moi îşi cântă – moi cuvinte;
4Cupid cu săgeţile-i pe drum
5Y se’ulviden d’ellos mismos como antes
6Y el canta como nunca – en la lengua de Cervantes.
7New sounds for him in Shakespeare’s tongue don’t have a place to take
8’Cause unlike in the past Shakespeare has no longer a spear to shake.
1Entonces, en Avon reciven una letra en botilla
2Y los dos viajan en sus mundo en Castilla.
3Mientras que Musas que El tuve
4Siempre lo ayudan con sus costumbre.
5”Moş Ene” ahora no demora con lo que lleva
6Y Horus empieza a soñar su Eva.
1Când ai venit tu, trăire malignă,
2Fior gingaş, numit felină
3Ce naşte-n inimă lumină,
4Eram fagure de pelin, tu-ai fost albină
5Speranţă, dulce fagure,
6Speranţă dulce ca pelinul,
7 a mea Selenă.
1Selenă, fee, tu, feeric m-alină,
2În pumn păstrează-mi speranţa vergină.
3Cu ochii blonzi, cu părul verde
4Întunecat virid, cerul ne pierde –
5Cerul ce-a fost şi este pentru noi
6Tărâm de zi, tărâm de noapte, şoapte moi.
1Rege pe cer – între nimfe şi stele
2Este Horus; Selena – regină-ntre ele.
3Spre solstiţ’ a lui coroană de mistere
4Îşi răsfiră către Feea;
5Ea-i alături, îl zăreşte-acum,
6E-aievea. Şi-o-mprejoară
7 cu-al lui foc.
1Ei aleargă mână-n mână ca `nainte
2Pe-al lui Eros boulevard acum,
3Şoapte moi îşi cântă – moi cuvinte;
4Cupid cu săgeţile-i pe drum
5Y se’ulviden d’ellos mismos como antes
6Y el canta como nunca – en la lengua de Cervantes.
7New sounds for him in Shakespeare’s tongue don’t have a place to take
8’Cause unlike in the past Shakespeare has no longer a spear to shake.
1Entonces, en Avon reciven una letra en botilla
2Y los dos viajan en sus mundo en Castilla.
3Mientras que Musas que El tuve
4Siempre lo ayudan con sus costumbre.
5”Moş Ene” ahora no demora con lo que lleva
6Y Horus empieza a soñar su Eva.
2008.12.06-09 Green Eyes Fairy
Green Eyes Fairy
1Fragedă fee, a nimfelor aşchie,
2Candoare-a lui Venus, te pictez in cuvinte;
3Te-asemui in slove, condeiu-mi e pensulă
4Căci Catul, Vergil, Horaţiu – cu-a sa regulă –
5Culoarea-mi dădură mai 'nainte.
6Ea se revarsă-n metaforă – o cern printre cvinte. (6 dec 08, 18.30~19.00)
1Scânteia viridă ce-ţi fuge din privire
2În suflet mi s-aşterne şi-ntr-a’ lui Horus fire.
3A lor căldură naşte-o Veneră-n devenire,
4Ea e fiorul selen cuibărit în simţire,
5Când Cupid sădeşte-o rază pentru-o nouă iubire.
1Zeus dădu să fie tovarăşi pe vecie.
2El i-a dat focul ce nu putea să-l ţie,
3Iar ea, candidă, fu-nvăluită de-o aură de boare
4Când simţi neputincioasă-a Soarelui ardoare.
5Şi de la ea primi o ploaie de lacrimi.
1El simţi de-asemeni pudoarea tainei noi
2Vărsată-n ploi de lacrimi căzute pe-obraji moi
3Patern, el spuse-ndată: „Să-ţi pierd plânsul de rouă
4Într-a’ lui Horus fire şi taina să ne rămână nouă,
5Ori s-o fur într-o sorbire până la prima lună nouă:
6Atunci voi fi departe, când aprig în suflet plouă.”
1Iar Horus spre solstiţiu avea ca să vegheze o vreme-ndelungată
2Leal, fidel, pe cer, ca să-nsoţească zâna fermecată
3Şi cerul –lumea lor – feeric le dădea apoi simţire
4Până ce Seth îi subjuga în adormire,
5Cel ce în ruptul capului n-avea amorul pur s-admire.
1Încet - încet, Seth, biruit de Horus uneori,
2Îngăduia celor doi, mistic, să stea până-n zori,
3Iar noptea nu mai era noapte, ploile nu mai erau ploi.
4And thus my sweet Selene felt proud with my tenderness,
5Then I sensed all the same under her each embrace
6After I gazed with fire at her sparkles dark green.
1I thought I’d smelled the scents of a fairy never seen!
2When shivers had taken place of reason
3I also am possessed and I’m given a reason.
4That disappointment seems never to be seen from my green eyes fairy.
5But people will say „You’re living in a revery.”
6So I reply „I’ve never been low, I’m on the 8th floor of Heaven.” (9 dec 08, 12.30~3.15)
1Fragedă fee, a nimfelor aşchie,
2Candoare-a lui Venus, te pictez in cuvinte;
3Te-asemui in slove, condeiu-mi e pensulă
4Căci Catul, Vergil, Horaţiu – cu-a sa regulă –
5Culoarea-mi dădură mai 'nainte.
6Ea se revarsă-n metaforă – o cern printre cvinte. (6 dec 08, 18.30~19.00)
1Scânteia viridă ce-ţi fuge din privire
2În suflet mi s-aşterne şi-ntr-a’ lui Horus fire.
3A lor căldură naşte-o Veneră-n devenire,
4Ea e fiorul selen cuibărit în simţire,
5Când Cupid sădeşte-o rază pentru-o nouă iubire.
1Zeus dădu să fie tovarăşi pe vecie.
2El i-a dat focul ce nu putea să-l ţie,
3Iar ea, candidă, fu-nvăluită de-o aură de boare
4Când simţi neputincioasă-a Soarelui ardoare.
5Şi de la ea primi o ploaie de lacrimi.
1El simţi de-asemeni pudoarea tainei noi
2Vărsată-n ploi de lacrimi căzute pe-obraji moi
3Patern, el spuse-ndată: „Să-ţi pierd plânsul de rouă
4Într-a’ lui Horus fire şi taina să ne rămână nouă,
5Ori s-o fur într-o sorbire până la prima lună nouă:
6Atunci voi fi departe, când aprig în suflet plouă.”
1Iar Horus spre solstiţiu avea ca să vegheze o vreme-ndelungată
2Leal, fidel, pe cer, ca să-nsoţească zâna fermecată
3Şi cerul –lumea lor – feeric le dădea apoi simţire
4Până ce Seth îi subjuga în adormire,
5Cel ce în ruptul capului n-avea amorul pur s-admire.
1Încet - încet, Seth, biruit de Horus uneori,
2Îngăduia celor doi, mistic, să stea până-n zori,
3Iar noptea nu mai era noapte, ploile nu mai erau ploi.
4And thus my sweet Selene felt proud with my tenderness,
5Then I sensed all the same under her each embrace
6After I gazed with fire at her sparkles dark green.
1I thought I’d smelled the scents of a fairy never seen!
2When shivers had taken place of reason
3I also am possessed and I’m given a reason.
4That disappointment seems never to be seen from my green eyes fairy.
5But people will say „You’re living in a revery.”
6So I reply „I’ve never been low, I’m on the 8th floor of Heaven.” (9 dec 08, 12.30~3.15)
2008.11.11 Carried by the Waves of the Poplars
farewell of a moment
(carried by the waves of the poplars)
You – the unexhaustible well – the more I drank from its water, from its poison, the sweeter it got; now I’m brought out from beneath the shadows of the poplars and there’s no one to quench my thirst, and the water isn’t refreshing any longer.
I know my verses bother you/ I know my verses bore
but now I’m getting real
I hope you won’t pass through/ I hope you won’t ignore
either read it as real
or be it the last one!
be thou or be thou not
to me beauty’s godess
here’s what I’ve learned these days:
only in revery
seek for (ideal) eternal beauty!
though it sometimes comes true
death’s also said to do
if only we knew when!
my feelings may be harmed
so I avoid our tongue;
your feelings are the rain
which sometimes can refrain
a poplar blown by wind
which always comes and always goes
and that is why I chose
Shakespeare’s language to sing. (11 nov 2008)
(carried by the waves of the poplars)
You – the unexhaustible well – the more I drank from its water, from its poison, the sweeter it got; now I’m brought out from beneath the shadows of the poplars and there’s no one to quench my thirst, and the water isn’t refreshing any longer.
I know my verses bother you/ I know my verses bore
but now I’m getting real
I hope you won’t pass through/ I hope you won’t ignore
either read it as real
or be it the last one!
be thou or be thou not
to me beauty’s godess
here’s what I’ve learned these days:
only in revery
seek for (ideal) eternal beauty!
though it sometimes comes true
death’s also said to do
if only we knew when!
my feelings may be harmed
so I avoid our tongue;
your feelings are the rain
which sometimes can refrain
a poplar blown by wind
which always comes and always goes
and that is why I chose
Shakespeare’s language to sing. (11 nov 2008)
2008.11.01 wondering
Today’s fruit emerges
I know it’s absurd
be what I love herself
or solitude I fear?
for when it’s bitterer
I know love sinks deeper
And now I cannot help it:
sinking in my brain
memories are liquid
now pure truth I can’t gain (1 nov 2008)
I know it’s absurd
be what I love herself
or solitude I fear?
for when it’s bitterer
I know love sinks deeper
And now I cannot help it:
sinking in my brain
memories are liquid
now pure truth I can’t gain (1 nov 2008)
2008.09.25 I love you like I did the first day
“I love you like I did the first day”
Etiam oculos visos obliviscemus...
I’ve been trying to resurrect that first day
When definitely I can’t taste today
Nine, nineteen – in stone I engrave those days.
Those days – are the essence
Of what I call today
‘Fulfilment of the pain’.
As Freud would say,
Man wouldn’t be seizing the day
If Eve hadn’t bitten the apple
(Surely it was not an apple.
It is the very reason for our actions,
For every deed, thought and desire...)
And more it fuels my new theory
That what a woman usually* wants
Is what is hidden in male pants,
And not in our brain or hearts,
Though there might be cases apart.
And I don’t actually know
If that’s by interest or false reasons,
For keeping men in sentimental prisons,
Deliv’ring them in pleasant treasons,
Or rather from pure will.
And being locked though in feelings cages,
In sentimental blackmailing stages,
I feel that SHE is not that common type
Who’d sell her body to the Devil (for a quid);
That’s obviously for me a creed
I’d bet for ages.
And after all she’s rather girl than woman,
Even if there were slight differences.
Perverting happens; it’s something ordinary,
But as far as I can see,
And from convictions I can notice,
SHE
will not be
a slave to pleasure,
just another addict in my theory
__________________________
*That’s why I used ‘usually’.
__________________________
Perhaps that’s why I said
She’s been my best beloved mate,
Girlfriend,
With all the bad parts taken in mind,
With all the bruises fate created,
And all comparison that I neglected.
There are unwritten laws and rules, and words never to tell;
Comparison is one,
Then I would no longer complain
If that were all fate would indulge.(1:30 – 02:19)
Etiam oculos visos obliviscemus...
I’ve been trying to resurrect that first day
When definitely I can’t taste today
Nine, nineteen – in stone I engrave those days.
Those days – are the essence
Of what I call today
‘Fulfilment of the pain’.
As Freud would say,
Man wouldn’t be seizing the day
If Eve hadn’t bitten the apple
(Surely it was not an apple.
It is the very reason for our actions,
For every deed, thought and desire...)
And more it fuels my new theory
That what a woman usually* wants
Is what is hidden in male pants,
And not in our brain or hearts,
Though there might be cases apart.
And I don’t actually know
If that’s by interest or false reasons,
For keeping men in sentimental prisons,
Deliv’ring them in pleasant treasons,
Or rather from pure will.
And being locked though in feelings cages,
In sentimental blackmailing stages,
I feel that SHE is not that common type
Who’d sell her body to the Devil (for a quid);
That’s obviously for me a creed
I’d bet for ages.
And after all she’s rather girl than woman,
Even if there were slight differences.
Perverting happens; it’s something ordinary,
But as far as I can see,
And from convictions I can notice,
SHE
will not be
a slave to pleasure,
just another addict in my theory
__________________________
*That’s why I used ‘usually’.
__________________________
Perhaps that’s why I said
She’s been my best beloved mate,
Girlfriend,
With all the bad parts taken in mind,
With all the bruises fate created,
And all comparison that I neglected.
There are unwritten laws and rules, and words never to tell;
Comparison is one,
Then I would no longer complain
If that were all fate would indulge.(1:30 – 02:19)
2008.09.16 Placidum scribere poemata
Placidum est scribere poemata
dum scires te habere insulam oceano,
dum scires amantem te amare.
Horridum est scribere carmina
dum scires amantem non te amare,
dum scires eam te exire de hac eadem insula eae.
Aut placidum video esse scribere
dum res adversae evenirent
at scires te insulam habere
illius oceano fervente
quo neque pisces aquas tranarent,
neque meus affectus idoneus esset;
illic, undae me traherent quo vellent.
Cum quisquid me interrogaret quo vadeam,
dicerem tractum esse ab eae undis.
Oceanus eae tempus est, aut tempestas.
Trahar ab tuis undis
et "spero dum spiro"
te insulam mihi daturam esse.
Writing poems is so much fun
When you know you have your beloved one
Writing songs is so very easy
When I have her feelings to please me
Being creative is so much fun
When you feel that your beloved one
Has given you the Sun
On your island that you float to the shore
When you have a foundation for sure
Sometimes 'I don't know' can be a hope
Or an illusion which makes you cope
With the Dragon I call love
That you wish you'd gotten rid of
I was made sure
that I could be delivered to the shore,
That we could travel on the same cloud
Simply if good weather allowed
It all depends on the ebony hair
Whether its waves would drown me or bear. (16 Sept 2008 22:45 – 23:55)
P.S.: And thus gave God the word 'fuck' to the humans so they don't give a fuck anymore.
dum scires te habere insulam oceano,
dum scires amantem te amare.
Horridum est scribere carmina
dum scires amantem non te amare,
dum scires eam te exire de hac eadem insula eae.
Aut placidum video esse scribere
dum res adversae evenirent
at scires te insulam habere
illius oceano fervente
quo neque pisces aquas tranarent,
neque meus affectus idoneus esset;
illic, undae me traherent quo vellent.
Cum quisquid me interrogaret quo vadeam,
dicerem tractum esse ab eae undis.
Oceanus eae tempus est, aut tempestas.
Trahar ab tuis undis
et "spero dum spiro"
te insulam mihi daturam esse.
Writing poems is so much fun
When you know you have your beloved one
Writing songs is so very easy
When I have her feelings to please me
Being creative is so much fun
When you feel that your beloved one
Has given you the Sun
On your island that you float to the shore
When you have a foundation for sure
Sometimes 'I don't know' can be a hope
Or an illusion which makes you cope
With the Dragon I call love
That you wish you'd gotten rid of
I was made sure
that I could be delivered to the shore,
That we could travel on the same cloud
Simply if good weather allowed
It all depends on the ebony hair
Whether its waves would drown me or bear. (16 Sept 2008 22:45 – 23:55)
P.S.: And thus gave God the word 'fuck' to the humans so they don't give a fuck anymore.
vineri, 26 iunie 2009
2008.09.12 OBLIVIONE FVERIM
OCVLOS VISOS NON POSSVM OBLIVISCI. [okulos wisos non posum obliwiski]
I got rid of beer so I'm drinking some whiskey.
Le tue guancie come due fragole non posso scordare,
fire-labirinturi ebenine nu le-nlatur si raman in visare.
Y desespero más,
ya no hay camino adelante ni atrás,
bien qu'il y ait aussi des moments d'oubli,
I can sense no longer the meaning of 'to be'.
Quando viene il verano e cadon' le fragole
Comincia il suogno che mi porta tra le nuvole;
después veo el otoño; ya se marchitan los escalofrios
Et Horus apponet, sui radii capti propter affectos impios.
But what's the purpose, what's the very reason?
Ce sont en vain pour qu'elles resonnent
à lui. Deux journées d'oubli envers les fraises douces
urmate-ncontinuu de nopti negre-ale-amorului dus.
00:30 – 01:15
I got rid of beer so I'm drinking some whiskey.
Le tue guancie come due fragole non posso scordare,
fire-labirinturi ebenine nu le-nlatur si raman in visare.
Y desespero más,
ya no hay camino adelante ni atrás,
bien qu'il y ait aussi des moments d'oubli,
I can sense no longer the meaning of 'to be'.
Quando viene il verano e cadon' le fragole
Comincia il suogno che mi porta tra le nuvole;
después veo el otoño; ya se marchitan los escalofrios
Et Horus apponet, sui radii capti propter affectos impios.
But what's the purpose, what's the very reason?
Ce sont en vain pour qu'elles resonnent
à lui. Deux journées d'oubli envers les fraises douces
urmate-ncontinuu de nopti negre-ale-amorului dus.
00:30 – 01:15
2008.08.23 pissing out my worry
23 aug 2008 (1:48 - 2:38 AM)
Do you think that I'm happy
Joking and cheering and laughing at the crowd?
Do you think that I'm alright
When my guitar is trilling and I'm singing so loud?
Do I look satisfied
While routine keeps us still?
And am I so fulfilled
When I drank all to the bottom?
So I ain't so content though
When I piss out my worry,
And I throw my concern through the window,
And then I recall my glory.
...And my past times were blissful
And I wipe them away?
Did I become ungrateful
So I can't taste today?/ I can't taste even today?
Or how's that till the end
To be able to seize
Every moment, no repent,
So I be happy again with ease?
There's one thing I've been learning:
Not to give a fuck to what's fading,
Which you wont't actually save
When you go to the grave./ When your home is your grave.
I don't care 'bout your ordinary thoughts
Led by prejudice, you're subdued.
People behave one by one like robots,
So ask them 'Know what life is (about © Andrei O.), dude?'
To live's not to be
To live is to squeeze all that you're given,
To seek adventure to insanity,
To lick (embrace) all borders of your Heaven!
Do you think that I'm happy
Joking and cheering and laughing at the crowd?
Do you think that I'm alright
When my guitar is trilling and I'm singing so loud?
Do I look satisfied
While routine keeps us still?
And am I so fulfilled
When I drank all to the bottom?
So I ain't so content though
When I piss out my worry,
And I throw my concern through the window,
And then I recall my glory.
...And my past times were blissful
And I wipe them away?
Did I become ungrateful
So I can't taste today?/ I can't taste even today?
Or how's that till the end
To be able to seize
Every moment, no repent,
So I be happy again with ease?
There's one thing I've been learning:
Not to give a fuck to what's fading,
Which you wont't actually save
When you go to the grave./ When your home is your grave.
I don't care 'bout your ordinary thoughts
Led by prejudice, you're subdued.
People behave one by one like robots,
So ask them 'Know what life is (about © Andrei O.), dude?'
To live's not to be
To live is to squeeze all that you're given,
To seek adventure to insanity,
To lick (embrace) all borders of your Heaven!
2008.08.11 Futuro fuit
A fost odată, ca niciodată, o lume a vârcolacilor,
Când hoinăreau peste ţinuturi, zi şi noapte,
Fără să ştie că Pământul nu era doar al lor;
Dar deodată, când bestiile toate vorbeau de pace doar în şoapte,
Veni mult aşteptata vreme de după neguri,
Când ei ştiau c-or să-şi atingă vechile ţeluri
Şi când al fiarelor uitat şi sumbru tron
Era până pe-atunci doar un mister, un simplu zvon.
Astfel regele Lup il detronă pe mândrul Leu,
Simţì făpturile supuse ca de-un zeu,
Iar cu-ochii săi cei ageri săgetând de pe castel,
Privea in jos peste munţi, dealuri şi câmpii fiinţe fel-de-fel:
Păsări plutind ingenuu, pure şi diurne,
Vârcolaci gata pentru prăzile nocturne
Şi Polimorfii – cei ce dormeau noaptea şi ziua asudau
Pentru-ale lor odrasle şi al lor trai şi zilnic prosperau.
Bătrânii zic din moşi-strămoşi că-ntre un Polimorf şi-un vârcolac
Greu ai să vezi iubire şi rar se întâmplă să-şi facă pe plac.
Dar într-una din zile, după ce vechiul Horus asfinţise,
Lăsată noaptea – un iubitor de ziuă şi lumină neamul şi-l compromise,
Pe loc el fu răpus, străpuns şi prins în mreje cupidine
Şi-aşa urma ca metamorfica plăcut să-l învenine.
Mirat fu când simţì c-ale ei şarmuri ebenine
Aveau ca să-i aducă simţiri străine, nopţi divine.
„Mirare” fu cuvântul ce-ntr-ale sale tâmple avea gândirea-i ca să-ngâne;
Mirare, -inacceptare şi nelinişti – când el află` cât de greu rezona al fetei nume,
Când tot în mintea sa se spulberau fantasme şi visări prea june;
Zile ca milenii se târau prin conştiinţa-i ce cânta în strune
Acest nou nume rezonant, decepţionant, ce voià să-ncunune
Zilele de Eros, clipele de Bacchus, orele de Cupid,
Ca să-i răsune!
Iar fire-labirinturi, ebenine voiau ca să domine
Părul de raze c-al lui Horus încoronat; se luptau zile
Cu nopţi divine...
Ce păreau să se termine atunci când Bacchus n-ar mai fi fost,
Iar Eros n-ar fi avut niciun rost,
Şi Venus ar fi fost relicvă.
11 august 2008 (1:20 AM)
Când hoinăreau peste ţinuturi, zi şi noapte,
Fără să ştie că Pământul nu era doar al lor;
Dar deodată, când bestiile toate vorbeau de pace doar în şoapte,
Veni mult aşteptata vreme de după neguri,
Când ei ştiau c-or să-şi atingă vechile ţeluri
Şi când al fiarelor uitat şi sumbru tron
Era până pe-atunci doar un mister, un simplu zvon.
Astfel regele Lup il detronă pe mândrul Leu,
Simţì făpturile supuse ca de-un zeu,
Iar cu-ochii săi cei ageri săgetând de pe castel,
Privea in jos peste munţi, dealuri şi câmpii fiinţe fel-de-fel:
Păsări plutind ingenuu, pure şi diurne,
Vârcolaci gata pentru prăzile nocturne
Şi Polimorfii – cei ce dormeau noaptea şi ziua asudau
Pentru-ale lor odrasle şi al lor trai şi zilnic prosperau.
Bătrânii zic din moşi-strămoşi că-ntre un Polimorf şi-un vârcolac
Greu ai să vezi iubire şi rar se întâmplă să-şi facă pe plac.
Dar într-una din zile, după ce vechiul Horus asfinţise,
Lăsată noaptea – un iubitor de ziuă şi lumină neamul şi-l compromise,
Pe loc el fu răpus, străpuns şi prins în mreje cupidine
Şi-aşa urma ca metamorfica plăcut să-l învenine.
Mirat fu când simţì c-ale ei şarmuri ebenine
Aveau ca să-i aducă simţiri străine, nopţi divine.
„Mirare” fu cuvântul ce-ntr-ale sale tâmple avea gândirea-i ca să-ngâne;
Mirare, -inacceptare şi nelinişti – când el află` cât de greu rezona al fetei nume,
Când tot în mintea sa se spulberau fantasme şi visări prea june;
Zile ca milenii se târau prin conştiinţa-i ce cânta în strune
Acest nou nume rezonant, decepţionant, ce voià să-ncunune
Zilele de Eros, clipele de Bacchus, orele de Cupid,
Ca să-i răsune!
Iar fire-labirinturi, ebenine voiau ca să domine
Părul de raze c-al lui Horus încoronat; se luptau zile
Cu nopţi divine...
Ce păreau să se termine atunci când Bacchus n-ar mai fi fost,
Iar Eros n-ar fi avut niciun rost,
Şi Venus ar fi fost relicvă.
11 august 2008 (1:20 AM)
2008.08.10 The Skirt and the Shirt
I try to raise the flesh back from the ashes
Then I call up your spirit from my pillow
We are each other’s prey yet from the dashes
Of your skirt smell I sensed beneath the willow.
I miss already your hair of ebony
That gave me shivers to the bones till midnight
Your pale blue eyes were my guide through agony
While I was heading to your shirt full of light.
10 aug. 2008
Then I call up your spirit from my pillow
We are each other’s prey yet from the dashes
Of your skirt smell I sensed beneath the willow.
I miss already your hair of ebony
That gave me shivers to the bones till midnight
Your pale blue eyes were my guide through agony
While I was heading to your shirt full of light.
10 aug. 2008
2008.08.09 Once upon a time werewolves
Once upon a Time – Werewolves
There was a time that werewolves roamed the lands,
They didn’t know they weren’t all alone, still.
When species came together, shook their hands,
And found the harmony and chose a leader for the throne,
There were the werewolves who only arose at night;
The birds of daylight, which were the purest from the earth,
And then the Polymorphs, who loved both darkness and the light.
Werewolves and Polymorphs were never in a thought yet from the birth.
She is a real night lover; and She... – as you may see –
Sometimes She’s never able to leave pride for me.
The flame of pashion– as elders say –
Could barely be turned on b’tween Night and Day.
She’s been my night,
I gave her day,
Except... she tries to put away
That last blaze from the light,
The last fire of desire
like a fly which passes glass
And that because of fuel:
She’s been running out of gas.
I’ve been given the sensation
I could pass through this blurred glass,
Till I got this new obsession,
For the glass was her own... will.
You would wonder if I’d kill
For the sake of my revenge.
And I won’t do it until
A new chaos does emerge.
A new chaos which destroys
My new theory of balance
`mongst my favourite kind of toys.
Then it will be no more silence...
And those having been narrated,
You might find my lyric unrelated
To what ordinary people think.
They’d be saying ’You should drink!’
For your lyric to make sense.
And they lived happily ever after
Until death approached them...
’Or separated them? What was the story like, grandpa?’
And they’d be living even now,
IF... they had the... ethanol? ... to fuel their passion...
9 aug. 08 (3:08 AM)
There was a time that werewolves roamed the lands,
They didn’t know they weren’t all alone, still.
When species came together, shook their hands,
And found the harmony and chose a leader for the throne,
There were the werewolves who only arose at night;
The birds of daylight, which were the purest from the earth,
And then the Polymorphs, who loved both darkness and the light.
Werewolves and Polymorphs were never in a thought yet from the birth.
She is a real night lover; and She... – as you may see –
Sometimes She’s never able to leave pride for me.
The flame of pashion– as elders say –
Could barely be turned on b’tween Night and Day.
She’s been my night,
I gave her day,
Except... she tries to put away
That last blaze from the light,
The last fire of desire
like a fly which passes glass
And that because of fuel:
She’s been running out of gas.
I’ve been given the sensation
I could pass through this blurred glass,
Till I got this new obsession,
For the glass was her own... will.
You would wonder if I’d kill
For the sake of my revenge.
And I won’t do it until
A new chaos does emerge.
A new chaos which destroys
My new theory of balance
`mongst my favourite kind of toys.
Then it will be no more silence...
And those having been narrated,
You might find my lyric unrelated
To what ordinary people think.
They’d be saying ’You should drink!’
For your lyric to make sense.
And they lived happily ever after
Until death approached them...
’Or separated them? What was the story like, grandpa?’
And they’d be living even now,
IF... they had the... ethanol? ... to fuel their passion...
9 aug. 08 (3:08 AM)
2008.07.30 VirgWolf
The Virgwolf arose at twilight,
At poor little dogs you won't have to take fright.
The Sun is down,
And she's back in town
Seeking for the prey
Only while light's away.
At poor little dogs you won't have to take fright.
The Sun is down,
And she's back in town
Seeking for the prey
Only while light's away.
2008.07.19 Recipe for desire Feeding
Oh, how I long, sweet Eve,
But fate is so reverse.
When I wish we'd swum in our Universe
of dreams! Believe!
Have trust, have faith,
For hope's not only to deceive:
There's still a lot of time, occasions,
Places we've never seen,
Hours we've never spent, evasions.
Now I can see this clean.
Oh, how I long, sweet Eve,
To have the chance, and to deceive you... Not...
Only with my words and verse.
Even if fate's reverse,
We'll see the path,
And keep on going,
We'll keep seeking through the void.
Temptation shall (shan’t) you not avoid,
Desire you shall have to bear,
And fantasies you'll taste - I swear!
For we are mortal,
Wish - immortal.
Our life is fading, will be ending,
Painful desire - neverending.
As long as we have time,
And I'll let flow my rime,
You'll teach me how to live;
We'll forget and forgive.
As long as we shall breathe,
We'll make the fate's damn game.
We'll lick the edge of one hope-blade,
While it shows us the other.
Oh, how I long, sweet Eve;
Whenever since, there have been days,
And time succeded to deceive
Me. And I've been running through the maze
Of your beneaths so full of lust -
Be they ardent as I believe,
Or be I more in flames than you? -
I hope those days
so full of flames
Be not so lost. Time hasn't turned to dust,
And thus we'll always find the recipe
To fuel our fragile green desire to be!
19.07.2008
But fate is so reverse.
When I wish we'd swum in our Universe
of dreams! Believe!
Have trust, have faith,
For hope's not only to deceive:
There's still a lot of time, occasions,
Places we've never seen,
Hours we've never spent, evasions.
Now I can see this clean.
Oh, how I long, sweet Eve,
To have the chance, and to deceive you... Not...
Only with my words and verse.
Even if fate's reverse,
We'll see the path,
And keep on going,
We'll keep seeking through the void.
Temptation shall (shan’t) you not avoid,
Desire you shall have to bear,
And fantasies you'll taste - I swear!
For we are mortal,
Wish - immortal.
Our life is fading, will be ending,
Painful desire - neverending.
As long as we have time,
And I'll let flow my rime,
You'll teach me how to live;
We'll forget and forgive.
As long as we shall breathe,
We'll make the fate's damn game.
We'll lick the edge of one hope-blade,
While it shows us the other.
Oh, how I long, sweet Eve;
Whenever since, there have been days,
And time succeded to deceive
Me. And I've been running through the maze
Of your beneaths so full of lust -
Be they ardent as I believe,
Or be I more in flames than you? -
I hope those days
so full of flames
Be not so lost. Time hasn't turned to dust,
And thus we'll always find the recipe
To fuel our fragile green desire to be!
19.07.2008
2008.06.30 Aphrodite, lieb mich bitte!
Aphrodite, lieb mich bitte!
Aphrodite, lieb mich bitte!
nur dein Wolf will ich zu sein,
der verschlingt dein Fleisch im Mitte
dann lass mich glücklich allein!
Aphrodite, lieb mich bitte!
nur dein Wolf will ich zu sein,
der verschlingt dein Fleisch im Mitte
dann lass mich glücklich allein!
2008.05.01,08 DECAY
DECAY
I just can't find my place;
I'm living out of time.
When I recall that face,
Remembrance makes a rime.
I can't call it a trace -
- a knife that makes a crime,
A knife that cut with grace,
That put me in the 'shrine'...
Which smiled at each embrace.
Why do I look behind?
And err with every pace?
And why do I repeat
Every moment, every beat
Of the heart - bittersweet?
Bitter - sips venom sweet
Sweet - bitter flesh revealed.
Said the knife of the crime:
'Relax, it's plenty of time;
You'll find a lot of knives!'
* tic-tac * time's signs * long nights *
* Not wives * hot wines * more lives *.
* More beers * long cheers * grown beards *
* lost years * hoped dears * end's near *
'Relax, you're not damned - still
Find another one - like me
Take a pill - take a pill!
There is time - you shall see!'
Hours passed - seconds flew,
Still love her - can't be true!...
Do you know what it means
to sip looks, to dry tears?
Wasted years
seem to me
Man feels 'n eternity
His wish - never ending
My hope - 's not surrendering
Man's feelings - no borders
My dream - 's never over.
At least that's my right:
To dream and to write
To live in a circle
Like the crazy - none may humble.
Dizzy - dazzled - dazed
Confused - drunk and amazed
Tired after living
Escaping into lyric.
That's the meaning of art:
Let the fear just behind,
Make a step into your mind,
Take your feeling apart.
Now get out, write it down,
Make it glow, make it shine
So it can be sublime!
The rest depends on you:
If it's brown, red or blue,
Either music, or rime,
Literature, picture,
Either film or sculpture.
Whatever it might be,
If born of misery,
Or emerged from pleasure,
It could bring a treasure.
*
If you're looking for a Venus,
Dido, Cleopatra, Phoebus,
Aphrodite - heart ignite,
You might write.
You are lyric when it's over,
When the end is closer - closer
And you sing your own wound
While you're bleeding in the ocean;
But sometimes when you love.
At times I devour looks,
Try to keep them with hooks -
if you know what I mean;
By me you shan't be unseen...
Though, one can't compare
All the pains that we share,
All the bruises fate creates
On humanity's soul gates...
(8 May 2008)
I just can't find my place;
I'm living out of time.
When I recall that face,
Remembrance makes a rime.
I can't call it a trace -
- a knife that makes a crime,
A knife that cut with grace,
That put me in the 'shrine'...
Which smiled at each embrace.
Why do I look behind?
And err with every pace?
And why do I repeat
Every moment, every beat
Of the heart - bittersweet?
Bitter - sips venom sweet
Sweet - bitter flesh revealed.
Said the knife of the crime:
'Relax, it's plenty of time;
You'll find a lot of knives!'
* tic-tac * time's signs * long nights *
* Not wives * hot wines * more lives *.
* More beers * long cheers * grown beards *
* lost years * hoped dears * end's near *
'Relax, you're not damned - still
Find another one - like me
Take a pill - take a pill!
There is time - you shall see!'
Hours passed - seconds flew,
Still love her - can't be true!...
Do you know what it means
to sip looks, to dry tears?
Wasted years
seem to me
Man feels 'n eternity
His wish - never ending
My hope - 's not surrendering
Man's feelings - no borders
My dream - 's never over.
At least that's my right:
To dream and to write
To live in a circle
Like the crazy - none may humble.
Dizzy - dazzled - dazed
Confused - drunk and amazed
Tired after living
Escaping into lyric.
That's the meaning of art:
Let the fear just behind,
Make a step into your mind,
Take your feeling apart.
Now get out, write it down,
Make it glow, make it shine
So it can be sublime!
The rest depends on you:
If it's brown, red or blue,
Either music, or rime,
Literature, picture,
Either film or sculpture.
Whatever it might be,
If born of misery,
Or emerged from pleasure,
It could bring a treasure.
*
If you're looking for a Venus,
Dido, Cleopatra, Phoebus,
Aphrodite - heart ignite,
You might write.
You are lyric when it's over,
When the end is closer - closer
And you sing your own wound
While you're bleeding in the ocean;
But sometimes when you love.
At times I devour looks,
Try to keep them with hooks -
if you know what I mean;
By me you shan't be unseen...
Though, one can't compare
All the pains that we share,
All the bruises fate creates
On humanity's soul gates...
(8 May 2008)
luni, 22 iunie 2009
2008.04.08-16 VSQVE AD CÆLVM
VSQVE AD CÆLVM
(poema de ascensione et casu)
"Mendicabor tibi basia mille,
quamquam me repulsum tu habebis;
dedicabo montes perfacile,
sed foedera vera tu videbis.
Vero nunquam satis te aestimavi,
tu autem novisti semper dare
et monstrare quod ego nescivi:
tu non semel placuisti admirare.
Admiratio pro me, cui nescio
nisi quod iam non bonitas adest.
Amoris ita deletor fio;
usque ad caelum nunc rogatio mea est."
Ita dixit puer incomprenso
eius mente bracchiisque, caeco
umbris undisque saepe submerso
et huic deletrice maledico.
Alteros ignosco ut fuisse
alteros ignosco quid facerent,
at amor in ea perivisse
mihi videtur cum signa darent:
'Petis nimis' ait... 'Multum id sit?'
dixi. Amore belloque nunquam
quidquid nimis est. Itaque diligit
unus alterum ut aqua aquam:
unda oceani tuus affectus nunc,
sicut meum tormentum animi est;
idcollapsum esse credo tunc,
cum primum scis 'Mihi ille abest!'.
Semper quies ante tempestatem
cum sine angore mi videbatur;
etsi fleverit, nescio partem
obscurae animae quae claudatur.
Tormentum nunc transeo secundum
et interrogationem huic habeam:
Quid ageres obitus me eundum
sapiente - etsi perierim paulo iam?
Dies venit ut coepi moriri;
pauci sunt qui moriuntur vita.
Lyra sola me vult audiri -
vortice horrido ea est audita;
nos insani duo sumus reliqui -
quamquam iam per furores errabam -
indeceptionatores antiqui.
Ego totas ante venerabam:
rubram anique lyras nomine,
Hellenico nomine puellam
ceteramque Graeca libidine.
Sanguem nunc do ut novam depellam,
sanguine et angore hanc cantabo...
(8-16 aprilie 2008)
(poema de ascensione et casu)
"Mendicabor tibi basia mille,
quamquam me repulsum tu habebis;
dedicabo montes perfacile,
sed foedera vera tu videbis.
Vero nunquam satis te aestimavi,
tu autem novisti semper dare
et monstrare quod ego nescivi:
tu non semel placuisti admirare.
Admiratio pro me, cui nescio
nisi quod iam non bonitas adest.
Amoris ita deletor fio;
usque ad caelum nunc rogatio mea est."
Ita dixit puer incomprenso
eius mente bracchiisque, caeco
umbris undisque saepe submerso
et huic deletrice maledico.
Alteros ignosco ut fuisse
alteros ignosco quid facerent,
at amor in ea perivisse
mihi videtur cum signa darent:
'Petis nimis' ait... 'Multum id sit?'
dixi. Amore belloque nunquam
quidquid nimis est. Itaque diligit
unus alterum ut aqua aquam:
unda oceani tuus affectus nunc,
sicut meum tormentum animi est;
idcollapsum esse credo tunc,
cum primum scis 'Mihi ille abest!'.
Semper quies ante tempestatem
cum sine angore mi videbatur;
etsi fleverit, nescio partem
obscurae animae quae claudatur.
Tormentum nunc transeo secundum
et interrogationem huic habeam:
Quid ageres obitus me eundum
sapiente - etsi perierim paulo iam?
Dies venit ut coepi moriri;
pauci sunt qui moriuntur vita.
Lyra sola me vult audiri -
vortice horrido ea est audita;
nos insani duo sumus reliqui -
quamquam iam per furores errabam -
indeceptionatores antiqui.
Ego totas ante venerabam:
rubram anique lyras nomine,
Hellenico nomine puellam
ceteramque Graeca libidine.
Sanguem nunc do ut novam depellam,
sanguine et angore hanc cantabo...
(8-16 aprilie 2008)
2008.03.25 Somewhere Back in Time
...And Unknown Space. (not to be confused with the current Iron Maiden tour)
When I say 'unknown', I actually refer to both time and space, more exactly to my latest tries of self-knowledge. Over the last few years, one of my biggest problems has become the way to recognize myself: tracking the differences between what I am now and what I had been, making a parallel between the past and the recent present, judging whether this evolution is good or bad.
Nevertheless, I am concerned with one thing. I don't really know if it's an evolution indeed. There have been notable successes and satisfactions: 4-time National Classical Languages Contests, best result at French contest so far, a.s.o. , but I could have had it so much better...
Are the tides of time and change flowing so quickly? Is it just too ordinary, the routine? Maybe I have felt that before: this disability to adapt to 'my-new-self'. Maybe I am too conservative, but it's rather a feeling of redundant, of an 'overbanalisation' created by useless classes added there to our education because that is the will of the innumerable ministers who have adventured through the government just to do nothing more, or sooner to worsen the situation.
Some people may know, and some should be convinced that what I said now is not generally right and valid. This concern regards in fact my spiritual and intellectual levels. That seems to me clearly visible during the speech, which is another mirror of someone's 'paideia', or education. It is a lament for the time wasted in vain.
'The reason?'
'Convenience; the lack of an impulse from the self, the conviction that tomorrow is another day, I have all the time at hand.'
'The solution?'
'I have to wake up and to exit this seal of blindness, this circle of my own... to become less elusive from the reality and to transform this frozen time which I live in into a synchronized perception of the real time; even though we are slaves captured under the veil of a few dimensions like the ones mentioned here, or sometimes of our own mind and... '
...And now, when I say 'present', the time becomes infinitely and irreversibly 'then', and it is actually hard to notice that we live in the past. It is only space which still remains relatively 'there' and so, as we knew it was a few moments ago.
When I say 'unknown', I actually refer to both time and space, more exactly to my latest tries of self-knowledge. Over the last few years, one of my biggest problems has become the way to recognize myself: tracking the differences between what I am now and what I had been, making a parallel between the past and the recent present, judging whether this evolution is good or bad.
Nevertheless, I am concerned with one thing. I don't really know if it's an evolution indeed. There have been notable successes and satisfactions: 4-time National Classical Languages Contests, best result at French contest so far, a.s.o. , but I could have had it so much better...
Are the tides of time and change flowing so quickly? Is it just too ordinary, the routine? Maybe I have felt that before: this disability to adapt to 'my-new-self'. Maybe I am too conservative, but it's rather a feeling of redundant, of an 'overbanalisation' created by useless classes added there to our education because that is the will of the innumerable ministers who have adventured through the government just to do nothing more, or sooner to worsen the situation.
Some people may know, and some should be convinced that what I said now is not generally right and valid. This concern regards in fact my spiritual and intellectual levels. That seems to me clearly visible during the speech, which is another mirror of someone's 'paideia', or education. It is a lament for the time wasted in vain.
'The reason?'
'Convenience; the lack of an impulse from the self, the conviction that tomorrow is another day, I have all the time at hand.'
'The solution?'
'I have to wake up and to exit this seal of blindness, this circle of my own... to become less elusive from the reality and to transform this frozen time which I live in into a synchronized perception of the real time; even though we are slaves captured under the veil of a few dimensions like the ones mentioned here, or sometimes of our own mind and... '
...And now, when I say 'present', the time becomes infinitely and irreversibly 'then', and it is actually hard to notice that we live in the past. It is only space which still remains relatively 'there' and so, as we knew it was a few moments ago.
Inceput
Am început acest blog într-un scop artistic: pentru poezie și muzica.
Totul a pornit de la un alt blog, care mi s-a parut fascinant in legatura cu formatia Black Sabbath-> Black Sabbath's Demos si de la ideea salvarii unor creatii sub forma unui mini-jurnal.
Totul a pornit de la un alt blog, care mi s-a parut fascinant in legatura cu formatia Black Sabbath-> Black Sabbath's Demos si de la ideea salvarii unor creatii sub forma unui mini-jurnal.
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