Category: Gânduri din taxi

11. 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.

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


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.

Woman leaving entrance door carrying two suitcases, low section


Un lucru prost

în legătură cu autocunoașterea

e că te cunoști atât de bine,

încât niciun text propriu

nu te mai




Мы – поколение,

Которое путешествиями

Лечит даже зубную боль.


Я когда-то напишу книгу.

По главе

с каждого



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