Trace A sorrow left a trace in the eyes. and harsh words wounded a soul of feathers, and tainted all the whiteness of the heart. Silently, without a voice a tear fell from the eye and ruffled the sea, and raised the tides of repressed desires, buried into the deepest depths of heart. Silently, without […

Tu spui „Eu sunt destinul” Dar nu este așa Eu sunt o iluzie Și tu ești o iluzie Suntem nori Copiii privesc Întinși pe spate în poienița înverzită Uite, spune unul, acela este un dragon Uite, spune altul, acela este un cal Aceea este o trăsură Iar aceea o prințesă Aceea este… Dar noi sunte

Copii japonezi Tocmai mi-am petrecut ultima jumătate de oră uitându-mă la un program japonez pentru copii. Suntem cu milioanele aici în Tokio. Știm ce ne place.                         &

BORDERLINE Cu tandrețea unui chatbot în mijlocul terapiei să mă descriu de fiecare dată ca un palimpsest – I am the trans elder so I must protect, mă strâmb prin meme la lacrimile comune obosite ca o scândură într-o morgă ca să ne analizeze tuturor relațiile familiale sau zidul dar de fapt al cui

words don’t belong to me Images even less look down for roots nothing else than scattered bones to the best pieces of shrapnel, wine bottles and gall.  maybe they are up in the purified light of laurels seeds of regenerated angels stacked in piles way up before the riots. I cover the sidewalks different

The distance between them is almost zero In a frantic race in marathons where doping is banned They compete with one another Smashing records Always on the point of coming up with something new A fight taken seriously Engines running on diesel Head up and ready Legs bound in a crystal belt Wings always on [&hel

Away from the microscope Away from the scourge of censorshipExplain to us how an iron will dissolves in the face of hammer blowsAnd how the sun protects itself from heart attacksAnd how gardenias bloom on walls that breathe crushed concreteAway from the guardians of virtueSteer clear of the words that sever umb

*** for every day of loneliness we should get an extra day to live we would live so long that we would possibly become immortal today the sky looks like the seafoam small waves under soft caramel sweater under small rains under small shelters for all the streets with all the memories I put rouge […]