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… Continue Reading
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?
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.
Exhale Keep silence. Do you hear the ocean, the hurricane, the quicksand inside me? But inside you?
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… Continue Reading
When I was a kid I wanted to become the woman they write poems about.
As how on my way to wisdom I run two steps at a time.
Un lucru prost în legătură cu autocunoașterea e că te cunoști atât de bine, încât niciun text propriu nu te mai surprinde.
Мы – поколение, Которое путешествиями Лечит даже зубную боль. Я когда-то напишу книгу. По главе с каждого вокзала.
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… Continue Reading