toamna, ploaia

reprezinta o adevarata tragedie pentru roboti. doamna invatatoare, fiti ingaduitoare cu aceste fiinte gingase care se scurtcircuiteaza atat de usor… noi ne dorim o lume cat de cat previzibila si nu ne convin deloc aceste teme, date la sfarsitul orei, exact cand se suna. avem si noi falitii nostri, mecanisme complicate ce greu se adapteaza mediului tropical din mintea dumneavoastra. adresez cu acest prilej un apel la solidaritate din partea tuturor creaturilor rationale si calculabile, care vor un loc blajin sub soare. am zis!

eliza iară

don’t bite: it’s poisoned!

take care what you taste
danger in paradise
and too much waste

Blood Makes Noise

I’d like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It’s too much and it’s no good
I’m standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I’d like to give the information
You’re asking for

But blood makes noise
It’s a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can’t really hear you
In the thickening of fear

I think that you might want to know
The details and the facts
But there’s something in my blood
Denies the memory of the acts
So just forget it Doc.
I think it’s really
Cool that you’re concerned
But we’ll have to try again
After the silence has returned

Cause blood makes noise
It’s a ringing in my ear
Blood makes noise
And I can’t really hear you
In the thickening of fear

(Suzanne Vega)
Muzica aici.

miss universe?

me too… love is the glue
that brings it together.
odd little things
don’t really
matter.

miss independent

a state of mind

poezia mea funerară

The dying need but little, dear-
a glass of water’s all,
a flower’s unobtrusive face
to punctuate the wall,
a fan perhaps, a friend’s regret
and certainty that one
no colour in the rainbow
perceive when you are gone
(Emily Dickinson)

Leapşa vine de la Vlad.

spammers say

this is the shortest way
to a woman’s heart.
wrong. wrong.
it’s very
long.

small blue thing

Today I am
A small blue thing
Like a marble
Or an eye

With my knees against my mouth
I am perfectly round
I am watching you

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against
Your fingers

I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky

I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light
Scattering like light
Scattering like light

Today I am
A small blue thing
Made of china
Made of glass

I am cool and smooth and curious
I never blink
I am turning in your hand
Turning in your hand
Small blue thing

(Suzanne Vega) 

love is so strange…

mostly a gift
or an ex-
change