satu mare, doua chei noi de la urbiscine vrea cheile mele?
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. . .Lui i-a placut povestea. Imi serpuiesc lumini in inima stanga. Jupiter se prabuseste intre gleznele mele. Milioane de linisti plutesc in spatiul dintre noi. El doarme, tu dori, spectacolul apusului si nevoia de a roade un creion de lemn, albastru.. . .
Stie cineva melodia prabusirii lui Jupiter? Vindecatorii!
Iubesc imaginea in oglinda a unei "gura leului" cascata. Iubesc lemnul din articulatiile mele. Am sa urasc mereu cainele vecinului care toata noaptea huruie prin mine. Are dinti de creta si in loc de nas, un carbune. Intr-o iarna m-a prins de incheietura, de acolo de unde trebuia sa ma prinzi tu, trosc. Si .. ... oam
by ~BogdanCalasoiu
spatii barbilieneAfara numele meu striga un copil. Inauntru langa foc torc acoperisuri rosii. Cine le-a pictat? Google it! Ferestrele mele toate furnici, atat de mici ochi mei, in buzunarul tau de duminica, cand te intorci, adu-i inapoi, vreau sa aerisesc.spatii barbiliene
Spre adancuri, prin oglinda orcarei ape, sa zburam pana ni se ineaca nadirul inauntru. In loc de inima ne creste un ou de curca. Degetele tale incretite, genunchii mei sarati, marea, dioptriile din obrajii tai. Sa-ti smulg dintii de gheata si sa tii indes pe-ai mei de ceara in loc.
Ermetici, ca o jumatate de coaja de nuca, trosnim intre solzii unui peste. Marea. Nisipul. Lamaile. C
by ~BogdanCalasoiu
My Autumn's Done ComeMy autumn's done come “Saliu!” A dim voice said. I was then in the ritual of going to every club on the boulevard. This was the last trip before I went home. I was almost drunk, stuffed with smoke and somewhat tired.My Autumn's Done Come
Broken, with her knees under her chin, she was standing on the ground and sowing leafs to her heels. Was it on purpose that you sat under that pole with a million directions signs on it?
I was dressed like any convinced punker would be. She was dressed all in white. I still keep that white dress and those white ballerina slippers. The ribbons I have tied around my left wrist.
The guys hit on her and thr
by ~BogdanCalasoiu
Give me WAR backGive me WAR back
I’m at one of those concerts in a room so small with a door so thick. The windows are high so we can only see the feet of the few night swimmers. We’re both here, I came to much way not to see her listen to music she doesn’t like and hurt herself because I won’t. I’m not the rhythm to the vision that’s in her head, although the song is playing deep inside.
Your name twisting around my neck from the crowd, dieing is free tonight, so is hiding into walls and drawing dots down my hands. I touched a sound, the noise stopped, you drew a line on
by ~BogdanCalasoiu
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"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." - Ὑπατία
need to be home, but am not
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Her bones show through my skin.
should have changed this signature a while ago.
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"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." - Ὑπατία
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You all laugh because I'm different, I laugh because you're all the same
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I'm visible and yet unseen."
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"Reserve your right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." - Ὑπατία
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Her bones show through my skin.
should have changed this signature a while ago.
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