Storm

Sleep next to me
My blue eyed lady of the sea -
Your hair like waves crashing in my face -
Let's listen to the storm clouds' anguish

Stay close to me
Like drops of rain in perfect symmetry
Though we die quickly in the asphalt ocean
We have seen the world from a distance

Come morning
The hurt will vanish all in light
While we survive together unfolding
Like bumblebees in a hurricane

Moreria

Don't let the evening pass
With silenced convenience;

I remained untouched by distance
Or so I pretend -

That the once colourful daylight
Has not faded as a result
Of various circumstances.

The unforgettable gaze
Of the flamenco dancers
Has been trapped eternally
In the rhythm.

I thought you said
You would love me forever.
What about I?

Eroul

Nu sunt eroul nimanui
Daca te-ai intrebat vreodata
Nu pot sa fac nimic iesit din comun
Iar cafeaua ma face doar mai agitat

Orice incerc sa scriu
Arata ca o gluma rasuflata
Totul se rupe de la mijloc
Neterminat, ca aceste randuri

Poate ar trebui sa inchid cartea
Sa las jos pixul, lentilele, mingea
Sa nu mai ies din casa pana cand
Nu o sa pot sa fiu perfect pentru tine

Longing For Air

I will have seen you maybe once, maybe twice
But I will have dreamt about you more than a hundred times
In red and black and shapes covering your body
Hiding art from art

I will have wanted to leave everything for you
My nameless passions released from the burden of mediocrity
Lifeless sparks without a chance to prove
That anything else sufficed

I will have taken on roads without signs, without maps
I will have found you there and everywhere without compromise
Only to touch your trembling waist
In warming light

And all of this tomorrow.

Uncomplicated

I’ve never been complicated,
Using still water in crystal glasses
As a mouthwash
Sinking ships for the enjoyment of the viewer
Or elaborating dirty schemes of conquest
In the hidden drawer of my bed light illuminated desk

And now you take my hand
As if you had found the secret power
Of will killing
And I feel lost when you show me the hills
The golden crops, the hesitating sunset
Born in the corner of my nervous green eye

An unsettled thrill squeezes in
Underneath the surface
Of my chest
As I pray for you to take me by force –
My consent pending, documentation sent back –
To the world of carefree butterflies

I feel sleepless
Without the weight of your body
Evenly spread on me
I feel less myself when you’re not here
Plowing the hills, picking the crops,
Showing me the way into the dusk.