There are people
who break your Universe into thousands of pieces
who break you into thousands of Universes
who have to put
all your pieces and Universes
Peste toate străzile concomitent.
Peste Dacia, Amzei şi Inocenţei.
Nu toate ploile sunt sincrone.
Nu toţi oamenii vin cu poveşti.
Nu toate drumurile duc undeva.
Nu totul are un sens.
Peste toate cuvintele aduse de mine.
Nu a rămas niciunul.
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.