A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)
Etichetă: poem
Of course I wish I could have stayed more days. These were the most needed days in a long time. And no, it has nothing to do with the new virus. If it exists, it has a meaning, a purpose. Maybe there was a meaning behind the number 2 I had to bear with surprise.
Fragment din Poemul parcului interzis (titlu provizoriu, poem in lucru) Dedic acest fragment prietenei Elena B.C., inspirat fiind din viziunea sa. Privesc cum Apele de ape se spală. Fericiţi, peştii îşi duc viaţa până la capăt. Aerul purtător de consumator (învelit bine în plăpumile sinteticei ignoranţe) curăţat e de Aerul Aer ce domneşte lunatic. Iarba
Gloss Days go past and days come still, All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe; Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all. Things you’ll
Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the
