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?
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.
Plouă-n Bucureşti. 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. Plouă-n Bucureşti. Peste toate cuvintele aduse de mine.… Continue Reading
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