To Lecter

A lotta iron, a lotta iron…
A lotta iron opens this poem.
It is cold and it is autumn and it is rusted
around me.Like in every year
Like every year.
Oxidated and rusted, the whole Golden Gate Bridge
is melting thorugh the thin veins.
Dust that i loved is extinguished now by rain
Lettin behind a necronovelist
Immobilised, caught in plaster-just like Frida.
With a black planchete in front,
I’m paintin a letter with a verbal acid ink
To the one that i admire.
His mask is 180 degreez rotated on my eyes.
The iron barz hide the olfactive thirst of my eyez.
I’m signin myself with bloodshed and I wait for reply

The round cube(without oximoron)

Day by day I disguise myself in human
I have to endure myself like this…
I want to chop myself,
Like a winter wood.
To see what comes out, it leaks, it flies…
What’s gonna happen?
I am me and i don’t need “me”.
I can’t stand words, facts are in vain
And still i have a meaning
I’m looking for myself, I find me,
But I can’t recognize me in myself.
I look for me one more time, and I fail again.
It is the meaning a conveyor belt full of failures?
Because in conclusion without’em,
Everything should be stopped.
I don’t wanna end like this
that’s why I let the last verse the first.

Spring

People can’t understand me
Animals cannot reply,
I become silent by everyday
And I lock myself in this cold body.
I feel raised by glass pieces
and suckled by fire.
I’ve become a frozen demon
Trying to find life’s meaning.
In an eternal winter I’m warm.
I can burnly wait, to fall, to die.
I feel a demon with a protector angel
I want to carol the second winter
and still know it…
To freeze again tryin’ to find life’s meaning.
And again I’ll get ill and sick
Running on the last way.To be in a hurry,
Alone i chose.I know why!
At my christening you mourninged bride showed up,
Help me die at once!

Catre Lecter

Mult fier, mult fier…
Mult fier deschide acest poem
E toamna shi e frig shi ruginit
In juru-mi.Exact ca in fiecare an
Ca fiecare an.
Oxidat si ruginit, tot podul de la Cernavoda
se topeste prin venele subtiri.
Praful cel iubeam e stins acum de ploi
Lasand in urma un necroromancier,
Imobilizat, prins in ghips-exact ca Frida.
Cu o planseta neagra-n fata
Desenez o scrisoare cu cerneala de acid verbal
catre cel ce-l admir.
Masca lui e-ntoarsa pe ochii mei,
Zabrelele de fier, ascund setea olfactiva a ochilor.
Ma semnez cu sange inchegat si astept raspuns.

Cubul rotund(fara oximoron)

Zi de zi ma deghizez in om
Trebuie sa ma suport asha…
Imi vine sa ma despic,
Ca pe un lemn de iarna.
Sa vad ce iese, curge, zboara…
Ce se-ntampla?
Sunt eu shi nu am nevoie de “eu”
Nu suport cuvintele,faptele-s degeaba
Shi totushi am un rost.
Eu ma caut, ma gasesc,
Dar nu ma regasesc.
Ma mai caut o data, shi dau gresh din nou.
Oare sensul e o banda plina de eshecuri?
Caci pana la urma fara ele
Tot s-ar fi oprit.

Nu vreau sa pun asha sfarshit
de aceea las ultimul vers pe cel dintai.

Primavara

Oamenii nu ma inteleg
Animalele nu-mi pot raspunde,
Eu amutesc pe zi ce trece
Si ma-nchid in corpu-mi rece.
Ma simt crescut de cioburi
si alaptat de foc
Am devenit un diavol inghetat
Incercand s-aflu al vietii rost.
Intr-o iarna vesnica mi-e cald.
Frig de dor, sa cad, sa mor
ma simt un diavol cu inger pazitor.
Vreau sa colind a doua iarna
Si totusi s-o cunosc…
Sa inghetz din nou
incercand s-aflu al vietii rost.
Si iar am sa ma-mbolnavesc
Singur am ales.Stiu de ce!
La botezul meu ai aparut tu mireasa-ndoliata,
Ajuta-ma sa mor odata

Spre Mexic

La gura pesterii e un obstacol.
Nu pot sa ies…
Ma chinuiesc, ma zbat in camasa de forta demult tencuita
de lacrimi si praf,si praf.
Focul arde in spate
Si ceilalti nu vor sa se intoarca…
Ma uit la cainele fara falci,
Ma uit la campia dincolo de el…
Ma uit la verdele-sange inchegat.
E acoperita de praf, iar praf.
Cainele fara falci latra,latra…
Trec anii si auzul meu altceva nu poate auzi
Nu mi-e teama de sfartecarea lui.
Mi-e teama de ce vad in spate
Stalagmite cu infatisare umana-toate prinse-n lanturi
Si totusi…imi amintesc
In esenta mea pot fi un urs.

Cand te voi mai revedea?

Te mai vad decat in vis
Asha cum numai eu te pot vedea…
De-ai fi exact cum te simte durerea mea…
Shtii ca bestiile plang shi ele?
Dar nu ai sa ma vezi niciodata,
ma ascund privirii tale.
Inima unui conte in cenusha-i langa tron
Shi nu e Pheonix, i-ai luat aripile cu tine.
In zilele cu ploaie imi aduci un curcubeu,
Pluteam peste sarutari shi imbratzishari
Radeam la declaratzii de dragoste, tzi-aduci aminte?
Atat de banale…ce-ar insemna iubirea fara numele tau?
Shi sunt de-ajuns ochii tai.Sunt de-ajuns.
Totzi shtiu ca nu visam ce ne dorim
shi totushi eu te vad in fiecare zi…
Da, ziua dorm ca sa te pot proteja noaptea.
In cate vietzi ar trebui sa mai evadez sa-mi spui
daca ar merge?
Cate destine s-ar intortochea in tabloul unui strop de apa?
Ma invart prin desherturi albe de gheatza
Ma ghidez dupa Luna…
Aici totul e haotic, nu m-ai intzelege
Tu,…tu…
Ash vrea sa-tzi spun mai multe,
Dar te mai vad decat in vis…

I have to quote this (”You’re the reason that God made a girl”-Prince-the most beautiful girl in the world)

That poem is a soft one i know(we all have a soft part, so shut up if u’re about to say sumthin stupid) i’ll translate it when i think is necessary
Oh, there are more than that but it’s hard to translate them (to have the same meaning as in romanian)so…stay tuned