Indifference has brought me here,
My steps are lost,
The world is near.
Looking for thoughts
And something dear,
I have no understanding of the spear.
All bloody covered
And no smoke,
Did you forget who you discovered?
But rest in peace
And do not poke
The enemy you have on lease.
Arhive etichete: literatura
Dupa
Dupa ganduri si morminte,
Dupa ce-am risipit si-am adunat cuvinte,
Am tot impins si-am saturat
Cerul de nori si de curat.
Dupa taceri si adunate mangaieri,
Dupa ce au trecut si zilele de ieri,
Azi am incremenit in neuitare,
Sub cerul meu albastru, mare.
Dupa ce am luat pe credit si durere,
Dupa ce nu stiam a cere
Direct, cu gura si cu mana,
Am invatat sa fiu eu zana.
Why can’t I be?
I like the fact that Murakami (Haruki, of course) doesn’t need motives for whatever he wants, whatever crosses his beautiful mind.
He sometimes seems so helpless, yet so sure about what he’s about to do or say or think, that it makes you wonder…
Why can’t I be this sure?
Cea mai
Cea mai frumoasa e privirea conturata,
De negru si de gene-nconjurata.
Caldura din privire si ceata-nvolburata
As inghiti-o dintr-o data, toata.
Cea mai frumoasa e oja rosie.
Troneaza, sangerie, pe varful degetelor.
Troneaza sus, acolo, si nu stie
Ca vantul si cuvantul dor.
Cea mai frumoasa e-arcuirea
De spate tanar si de fata.
Nu trebuie sa-ti cauti tu menirea,
Caci o gasesti acolo toata.
Cea mai calda si fierbinte,
Ca pulpele si coapsele-adunate,
Nu se gaseste nici la sfinti si sfinte,
Ci doar in lume aruncate.
Unwanted
As I rip and burn and crash,
Instead of falling on the ground,
I, for you, am just a rash,
Itching without sound.
Churchless
I have no church to go to now.
The rain that spills all over town
Has yet to give me the thumbs down
Because I lost its holy crown.
Soulsaver
Of all my guilt and all my tremor,
There’s nothing left but splendor.
The time that left my sleep alone
Has woken up to hear me mourn.
All shaken, but not hidden yet,
I have forgotten how I slept.
Instead of teeth and grudge and terror,
I sleep with eyes open in error.
I have no church and I forgot.
I lost my soul, holy or not,
And I am here, without the waver,
Just looking for my soulsaver.








