culori tomnatice fugitive taie în două jumătăți perfect proporționate pe orizontală una dintre ferestrele autocarului.
my thoughts were numb in the glass of whisky
my lips were ready to get the taste of it
however, I have to admit it was the fifth
and the situation was getting way too risky.
all I wanted now was to spill it on the paper
and make it look like modern poetry Continue reading “don’t need a ticket to hell”
horns with purple roses crowning your head
your hands cutting with determination the story’s thread Continue reading “white thread”
the ink seems to have broken into pieces around your eyes
it’s one of those days when you try to answer all the “why-s”,
but, darling, it comes a moment when the ink finally dries
and, for sure, you don’t want to look like a corpse of medium size.
lasa-ti frumusetea sa adoarma
macar pentru cateva ore
doar ca sa nu ma preling
it’s the end of the world tomorrow, baby,
and all I can think about is how you kiss
your lips must taste like the most expensive bottle of whiskey Continue reading “it’s the end of the world, baby”