She’s a gipsy cat,
Dark and tanned with disease
And memories of ease,
Of times like these,
Of unforgotten pleas.
I’ve never let her go outside,
That’s not her place,
She likes to hide,
Like Cupid hides his bow after he hits his bride,
Like people naked without pride.
And at the end of the world
Who’s gonna love you,
Who’s gonna stand beside you,
Who’s gonna help you say no word?
After the thunder and ashes,
After a bat of lashes,
After the flood
And all the screaming blood,
Who’s gonna love you?
After the death toll
Has touched them all,
After the skies were ripped apart,
Do you still have a heart
And who’s gonna love you?
After the land met water,
After the end and the slaughter,
After we’re dead with one another,
After the day when there’s no matter,
Who’s gonna love you?
Yesterday’s mood,
Yesterday’s sun,
With ghosts and just one nun,
with words unspoken
And chains unbroken,
Deserted and singled out,
Yesterday’s mood
Has yesterday’s doubt.
Loretta is spinning
The birds she is singing
With words without meaning.
She’s dancing on tables
And burns down the stables
And all of the fables
Are meaningless sounds
Of forrest and doubts
And stories of sad ugly clowns.
Loretta has heart and a beat,
She has soul and a body of meat.
Loretta has fright and desire to go,
She has no idea where to in the snow.
My flesh is weak when I can’t speak.
I see no earth, no sea beneath.
At night I rise inside my eyes
And tell the story of my lies.
And as I tremble inside out,
I find shelter, I find doubt,
I lay broken on the floor,
And I’m left with wanting more.
Words with means and feels are not,
All my insides are a knot.
Time just passes next to me,
Here is where I want to be.
Without end and without days,
My life goes without a praise.
Cause I find inside my mouth
Winds of north and east and south.
Tu cauti sa te implinesti
Prin pacatele trupesti;
De-un barbat iti iese-n cale,
Tu pasesti instant agale.
Dar cum toti iti sunt potrivnici
Si devin deodata scarbnici,
Mai ca-mi vine sa socot
Ca alungi cu brio tot.
Esti subiect de poezie,
Ca o pasare tarzie.
Te tratez in versuri, draga,
Ca de tine imi e saga.
Si pe bune-acuma, draga,
Nu-ti pun mura in desaga,
Ai si tu, ca omul, anii
Si-experienta cu golanii.
Adunate, rasfirate,
Plusuri, minusuri, de toate,
Necuvinte imbatate
De parfumuri si de toate.
Ma repet pe matematic,
Fara sens si sistematic,
Dar cum totu-i problematic,
Ma misc prin viata acrobatic.
‘Mprastiate, aliate,
Semne, cifre-aliniate,
Carti din anticariate
Si povesti dizgratiate.