11. Poetry
Poetry
There are days
When I am not a woman
I am poetry
I am all words
Dots and commas.
Verses instead of hair
Verbs instead of lips
I am unbearable,
But on those days
I need to be read
The most.
Category: Gânduri din taxi
10. Are we?
We are made of
People we love
And people we hate.
Of songs,
And movies,
And random phrases.
Of fears,
And longings,
And everything
We already lost.
Are we actually people
Or just a mix
Of experiences?
9. People
There are people
who break your Universe into thousands of pieces
And those
who break you into thousands of Universes
And those
who have to put
all your pieces and Universes
together.
8. The Universes
Exhale
Keep silence.
Do you hear
the ocean,
the hurricane,
the quicksand
inside me?
But inside you?
To a new city
Traveling to a new city is like entering the house of a new lover.
The desire, the anticipation, the fear:
– What if I am lost? What if…?
After a few days you will know:
Here’s the coffee, here the coffee cups are.
You will have the map of his body.
And the smell.
You will wear the smell of a new city, and of a new lover
Like a souvenir.
That’s why we make love
And that’s why we travel:
To steal the smell.
And they
Let us.
7. Poetry night
When I was a kid
I wanted to become
the woman
they write poems
about.
5.
Un lucru prost
în legătură cu autocunoașterea
e că te cunoști atât de bine,
încât niciun text propriu
nu te mai
surprinde.
4
Мы – поколение,
Которое путешествиями
Лечит даже зубную боль.
Я когда-то напишу книгу.
По главе
с каждого
вокзала.
3.
Arta este egoistă.
Te umple cu idei, gânduri, figuri de stil
Și ca să nu te sugrume
Să nu te mănânce din interior
Lași tot acest conținut pe o coală de hârtie
Sau o coală de Word.
De altfel,
Vei deveni doar o husă
De transportat
cuvinte.