It is a blessing to have two beating hearts Do you know what a miracle it is to have them replace each other when they get a lil’ tired? It is a blessing to have two beating hearts Do you know how they communicate? It’s an art they are intertwined One asks ‘tic’, the other…
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I’ve been living on borrowed time since the day I opened my eyes to a new life I’ve feared letting go of the past for too long now it’s time to close the door it’s time to say goodbye to what I’ve feared the most I’ve been living on borrowed time counting down the days,…
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Cat de ciudat, nu ti se pare? Cum ne-am gasit fara sa stim, fara sa vrem, din intamplare Cat de naiv e tot, nu ti se pare? Tot ce traim, tot ce simtim, emotii vii, un pic neclare; chiar si tacerea pe care o impartim Cat de frumos, nu ti se pare? Inima mi se…
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My eyes hide stories that no lips have enough words to tell; So, when people came too close I used to look away My hands hide stories that no touch has enough skin to feel; So, when people came to take my hand I used to pull it back My chest hides stories that nobody…
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Apartamentul in care am copilarit mirosea a doliu netrait pe de-a-ntregul, a amintiri reprimate, a violenta domestica si a alcool. In ultimii ani abia am mai calcat pe acolo. Ma durea fiecare milimetru de piele cand ii calcam pragul, nu puteam privi in ochi trecutul asa cum as fi avut nevoie. Asa ca evitam sa…
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Da, te-am crezut nemuritor n-am numarat si pentru tine anii care treceau in fuga printre noi Ba prea departe, ba prea aproape te cautam in intuneric, printre pleoape inlacrimate si te gaseam doar in miros de alcool Ani la rand ai stat in carapacea ta nu ajungeam deloc la tine ani la rand n-am inteles…
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‘Pari mai tanara’, mi se spune pana de curand nu ma vedeam credeam De fapt, nici nu ma prea uitam la mine si nici macar nu stiam mi-era greu sa ma privesc in ochi neacceptarea neasumarea schimbarea pana de curand pana cand am intors privirea de la ei la mine ‘Pari mai tanara’, mi se…
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I’m looking forward to the evenings ‘cause Solitude comes to visit at 9pm every. single. time. She storms in – “Baby, I’m home” – she’s whispering – “we can watch a movie or maybe stare at the ceiling” I’m looking forward to the evenings ‘cause there’s that part of me listening to Silence, my oldest…
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Uneori as vrea sa fiu iar copil sa ma iau de mana si sa-mi fiu mama sa-mi dau voie sa alerg, sa ma joc, sa cad sa-mi desenez ferestre pe care sa privesc in sus, doar in sus cu speranta, sa invat ce e aia si cum se masoara: in batai de aripi sau de…
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It’s all sunny and clear… Despite the trend that’s been around for so long I can see where I come from, what was wrong and now I know it wasn’t me I understand where my emotions arise from and why, and why they sometimes feel new like the beliefs I am now trying to dive…
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