Fragments

Today I will pretend I do not know you anymore
And write you a poem.
I will breathe deeply for you, suddenly burst out in silent tears
And tell myself how beautiful you are
Just to keep going for another hour, for another minute.

I will sit still, as you say, and pretend I know what I’m talking about
Then for a while watch you
So peacefully watching the world passing by
And learn your perfect sadness.

Today I will hold your knees between mine
Dance on a rope and go to bed early.
My dreams about you will be longer this time.
I promise.

We keep quiet.

It’s hard to tell, really, who invented the wine
And if Christ was the first to get drunk
And make a fool of himself.

For a while, we keep quiet.

I suddenly remember the terrible truth I came here to tell
And start by recalling my name.
I unravel the story: the other day I rescued a kitten; I found it covered in blood
Between the wolf’s sharp teeth
And took it home in my pocket
Nursed it back to life.
A couple of days after, the beast grew into a huge dragon,
Ate all my memories, my pictures, my long thoughts
And asked for my life.
I’m in a puddle of tears now, begging forgiveness.

It is a story, you said pouring another glass,
Which needs strong swearing words to go with it.

And for another while we sit still.

It’s getting dark, so dark, and this metaphysical shit
Makes my body a torch.
The room is getting lighter and lighter.
Both of us transfixed look at the naked truth as it stands,
Trying to put the pieces back together.
Our breathing stops.
Like two surgeons leaning over a nearly dead human
Trying to capture a better image of the tumour.

While everybody else goes to sleep
We look at each other still.
My eyes shine like in the old days
My mouth stained with red.

A Sense of Duty

Hey, today I do not like apples
They remind me of lost teeth
And I do not sleep as I wait for the rain to stop.

I am ready to jump out of my skin
And say oi! come here world I’m ready to fight you.

You say not the fight is important
But the peace I will make with everything and everybody before I go
The way I love words and soap and your hands, as they quietly rest on the wooden table.

Hey, today I do not like letter ‘s’
It reminds me of separation but after all
You think without ‘s’ there would be no wide-sargasso-sea or stealth
And no serpent or sin or self regard but
A sudden absence.

And I …..keep…..quiet.
I let you start a revolution on my behalf
You the one to decide the colour of this red sea.

Unusual War Photograph

Out in the world, pushed on the battlefield like on a stage,
Without weapons
Just my heart to protect me.
I am wrapped in your heat as I would be in electric blankets
And each day in the open gets longer and longer.
The nights are slowly shrinking and the spring, at last!,
In the middle of this devastating, thick winter,
Makes me a bird.
I’m growing buds from all my skin pores
I am a huge naked flower.
The soldiers stop to have another look at me and take pictures.
I am that kind of unusual war photograph
Which surprisingly managed to survive bombs and bayonets
Despite everything.
I stop in your arms and my long tears enter your chest.
The pain vapours fill the air with salt
Not even the cold wind blow touches us
My roots are milk and honey.

Love birds

Oh, he paused, your dress
looks like a mourning towel
Nicely wrapped around your waist.
And
Rushed out for a jog.

Copiii

Ți’ai dus degetele la buze și
Mi’ai făcut semn să tac.
Shhhh!
Nu întreba ce nu poate fi răspuns.
Fii pasăre, fii piatră
Fii ce vrei numai nu
Întreba.

Așa că ți’am întors spatele
Am intrat în somn
Atât cât se poate omenește de fericit.

Aristotle

What will happen with my Facebook account when I die?
Will Facebook inherit my photographs, friends, preferences, statuses, history and, ultimately, my life?
What will happen with my Facebook friends when I die? With what I left behind, in my haste? Will they die too? Or will they just keep being friends with me? The dead me.
Will my Facebook friends still like me online and post their love letters and say good bye and hello to me?
But me, when I die, will I get to keep my friends, the alive friends, and take them with me?
Will my friends be dead too or alive?
If they alive, me dead.

Love poem

I’m stuck in the lift with the corpse
Having to get through all the ikea isles
On the way to the toilet.

My face looks like dried egg
On the breakfast plate.

You think I am funny when
I chew digestive biscuits;
The munching helps me fall asleep
And keeps you awake all night.

But then
What else is love.

Humanity

The lion looks into the rabbit’s eyes with candid love
Before digging into the wild flesh.

Marea umbrā

Hai, spui tu, hai sā ne oprim la marginea unei păduri, cu un pahar si un colț de pâine uscată
Sā ne tragem sufletul înainte de întuneric
Printre raze urmărind peștii.

Te port in inimă, îmbolnăvit de tristețe
Desfăcut la hainā
In târg oamenii mă țintuiesc din ochi
Infricoșați.
Miluiește-mă și pe mine, doamne, miluiește-mă.