I heal

Don't worry
I will heal
From this heart surrounded by thorns
A blue-white wandering
The meat of eternity
I heal
Helped by people
Their open arms
They get me out of the dust
And get me off with my memories
From time hypocrisy
I heal
 

When you love an angel

Oh Lord, the keys to love are in your hands
All hearts you open
With the power of wisdom
In the evening, every evening
You send me an angel
Then you take her away from me
When the light comes


God, someday those locksmiths
Will turn in the hands of truth
And no, I don't want to cross the bridge
From being in nothingness
Without wings

My white horse dressed in butterflies/Pe calul meu alb din fluturi- origial text by Ileana Popescu Baldea

Running.You are the horse of my destiny.A big sparkle on the moon.On your saddle a star from those seven stars
Among the cliffs I shake disheveled ,thinking
Greeting loneliness ,tasting the white stones
Sometimes used to be the rest of an imperfect equation
Trying to bypass infinity alongside other palms
And hide the rising with the eye of a hoof
Running again.The horse of my destiny's dressed now in white butterflies
He catches impossible dreams ,raising
In his nostrils love and the steam of the unwritten poems
Wandering ,oh Lord,the sound of a grey Wednesday
My wild horse throws the star into the sea
He walks like a shadow on the waves
A foreign brain refuses the order .Through the sand-the last agreement
Kneeling,his tresses shining in the moonlight
Starts praying
What's left now from a tear ,the wet snout of destiny
Turns his head just as a time sparkle in the nothingness of summer
A whimper of white dresses the eternity

Prosthetics for my amputated soul

Forgive me
You've seen before this electric fence
Around my heart
Separating me from your common world
Every hug
Every sentence ever breathed
The hell shouts
So,you thought I was all about fire
When the light actually descends on glaciers
 
No, I'll never heal
The war offered me this gun
Hidden under my vertebrae

seasons in formaldehyde

they are working so hard in the secret laboratories
tireless hands preparing occult substances
the anti-autumn serum should be tested
by the end of september

be careful as to preserve in those tubes
the water of the sea,the sand keeping
lovers' footprints
bright rays
the sweet twilight perfume

rain like tears
gather them in the womb
of a breeding ground
do not let us kneel
in front of your anger ,mother nature

the road crossing majestic trees
with leaves adorning your hair
they're more alive
than a heart beating

keep the love season
in an hourglass
in our common blood
the touches...

( if anyone knows who the author of the photography is let me know!)