Just don't!

Don't get your ear pierced because you won't be able to sleep on that side and you will curse your decision between shrieks of pain.
Don't drink amazing coffee because you will feel "inexplicably" happy for about...two hours.
Don't play with fluffy cats because you will be reduced to a small child with an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
Don't have funny conversations with your sibling because you will feel your heart expanding at a dangerous rate.
Don't listen to beautifully crafted music because you will weep and your tears will end up being soaked lyrics.
Don't make plans because the weather will most definitely have Thor-ish moods and ruin them all.
Don't take a nap in the late afternoon because you will end up feeling exactly like Steve Rogers.
Don't drink hot cocoa because you will declare your undying love for everything.
Don't make good friends because they will transform you into a way better person.
Don't do anything and you will end up feeling nothing.

Scented roads

the winding roads in my dreams
smell like angel's wings and fear,
but the descent into reality
gives off a scent resembling
ripe pears.
the sun is a topaz melon
and my hopes wear the same
refreshing perfume
as the upcoming minutes;
those whiskers are drenched
in warm memories,
while this cup of blackened energy
encompasses fiery passion,cherries,turmoil:
am I a slave to my senses'
whims?
so I believe...
change is pure and akin to overwhelming flowers.
water echoes a minty turquoise.
jewelry mirrors a golden bond.
every road has its own fragrance
and every day delivers another bouquet
into my hands.
the narrow streets from inside my being
contain thousands upon thousands of perfumeries
that only time can
reveal...

"Sun day"

Cand dorm suficient de mult cat sa visez frumos.
Cand intreaga casa miroase a cafea si a flori.
Cand ma joc in gradina insorita cu pisicile.
Cand vine vremea traditionalei placinte cu mere.
Cand ziua de duminica transforma casa intr-un adevarat camin.
Cand gateste mama si imi amintesc de copilaria aproape perfecta.
Cand muzica imi trimite fiori pe sira spinarii.
Cand distanta nu afecteaza o prietenie speciala.
Cand lumea pare mica,unita si plina de miracole.
Cand sentimentele se nasc prin cuvinte.
Cand un film superb are mesaje de transmis ochilor interesati.
Cand rad din toata inima.
Cand asternuturile au parfum de racoare si cute primitoare.

Sunt fericita cand dau sens Universului.

Ugly rain

dorm pe spini metalici,
iar coloana isi sapa prin carne
drumul catre noapte.
ma arde cafeaua
pe suflet,
merele din smarald imi sparg
dintii,
cartea din maini ma roade
din ochi pana-n imaginatie.
ciudat,ciudat,ciudat!
nu pot sa ies din camera,
nu vreau sa ma ridic de pe scaun,
nu incerc macar sa parasesc pixul
pe foaia intemnitata-
ploua atat de patetic afara
incat miroase numai a lacrimi
si-a animale moarte.
stomacul infloreste intr-un sentiment
dezgustator,
iar dupa-amiaza asta
indecisa
o sa ma bage in cel mai stacojiu pamant.
dorm pe arcuri osoase
si pielea ma ustura
ca un cosmar despre eternitate.

Bag of bones

slender claws crawl towards
my broken knuckles.
smothered screams rush through
my twitching spine.
white electric shocks race between
my unbound ribs.
clear waves pass beneath
my crumbling knees.
aching arches pierce through
my brittle hips.
damp wings soar above
my pounding skull.
tedious winds push alongside
my numb fingers.
cold hammers descend around
my anxious back.
sharp pages flow towards
my tired jaw.
unnerving sounds bounce between
my distant temples.
leather ropes tighten around
my damaged neck.

I'm a bag of bad bones
and I can barely breathe.

Train adventures

in jurul garii danseaza molii
si chipurile sunt luminate
de un alb murdar;
roti inainte,roti obosite,
ziua asteapta un deznodamant
onorabil!
ce deplorabil arata un suflet
chinuit de trup...
bratul incins al amiezii inconjoara
sinele turnate
din trecut,prezent si viitor,
iar rucsacul bleu imi gadila gleznele
chinuite de un asfalt miscator-
oare cate chipuri vede intr-o zi
casiera cu parul blond?
ma topesc si astept
un sunet familiar de crud
sa ma poarte acasa...
pana atunci,mai trece un lung
sir de vieti la fel de reale ca cea
pe care o consemnez-
nu mi-am dorit niciodata mai mult
ca acum sa existe un Dumnezeu.
roti inapoi,roti noi,
ma asteapta identitatea!
in jurul garii leviteaza focul
si chipurile sunt inundate
de dorinte arctice.

Electric heart

Concluzii neinteresante:

• patul si coloana mea vertebrala vor sa-si incheie mariajul printr-un un divort dureros,iar eu sunt copilul prins la mijloc
• plimbarile cu tata sunt mai educative decat orice manual de filosofie din lume
• pentru prima oara in viata,incepe sa nu-mi mai placa atat de mult caldura
• dependenta noastra de toate minunatiile moderne se manifesta aproape psihotic atunci cand,pe romaneste," cade curentu' "
• sunt iremediabil si incontestabil indragostita de merele verzi
• cel mai nasol sentiment e sa nu simti nimic cu adevarat definit
• cititul ma invata cum sa descopar diversitatea lumii,pe cand scrisul ma ajuta sa filtrez noile informatii
• "sufletele pereche" nu apar pur si simplu,ci se formeaza de-a lungul timpului
• frica de necunoscut se manifesta atat la nivel mintal,cat si fizic (pot sa confirm!)
• sunt la cheremul tuturor lucrurilor frumoase ce-mi ies in cale
• amintirile au un fel ciudat de a-si croi loc inapoi in prezent

Cam atat pentru astazi.

Letters of joy

Cine e studenta la Litere? Cine e studenta la Litere? Cine e studenta la Litere?! 

Eeexact,this bad baby right here!E un sentiment tare minunat sa realizezi ca munca ta chiar a dat roade!Dupa multe indoieli si decizii luate cu jumatate de gura (si jumatate de inima,daca tot suntem la capitolul "sinceritate"),pot spune cu sufletul impacat ca sunt fericita si multumita.Nu stiu ce surprize are pregatite pentru mine viitorul,dar stiu ca hotararile luate in ultimul moment reprezinta o trasatura personala ce nu a constituit (pana in momentul de fata) un motiv de regret.Dimpotriva,am ajuns la concluzia ca singura cale prin care imi pot realiza telurile este o combinatie instabila de pesimism,standarde joase (atat in ceea ce ma priveste,cat si lumea inconjuratoare) si elementul "hazardului" ca o constanta...incontestabila!

Prin urmare,s-au instalat nopti nedormite si vechile incertitudini.Nimic iesit din comun pana acum,nu?Eh,m-am obisnuit cu toate si nu ma consider cine stie ce "martira".Dar ce mai conteaza astea acum?Sunt doar amintiri invaluite in ceata si mandrie.Ceea ce conteaza intr-adevar este ca s-au petrecut foarte multe schimbari intr-un timp foarte scurt si inca astept ca pumnul realitatii sa ma loveasca (gentil,daca se poate).

Stiu ca,raportata la "intreg",aceasta reusita nu are proportii colosale,insa,pentru mine,este un "teritoriu" cucerit cu brio si o experienta unica in viata.Pana la urma,sunt o persoana,nu o statistica.Si persoana in cauza vrea sa fie tratata ca atare.

Desigur,urmeaza toata debandada confirmarii locului (hope I don't screw that up),ocuparea unui loc la camin,schimbarea "adresei" si toate cele.Noi sa fim sanatosi,restul vine de la sine!O sa fie greu,nu neaga nimeni asta,dar existenta nu face diferente in distribuirea dificultatilor (per total) si n-are niciun rost sa te feresti la infinit de obstacolele ei.

Acestea fiind spuse,sper sa ne vedem la toamna in Bucuresti cu chef de studiu,de explorat si de...cucerit lumea!

Wooden fingers

these wooden fingers
sigh no more,
carving out useful monsters from
brittle branches of truth.
I've never been much of a singer,
but I swear to you
that my winter nails
now play a tune
more gracious than a weeping angel
on a tomb!
dearest Heavens,how life is strange:
we plant a tree,yet we slay one hundred,
only to end up walking on
silent sawdust and filthy water...
we do what we must!
I'd rather dance covered in mud,
but my soles crave more and more
the gentle kiss of tightly embraced leaves
and lost fragments of bark...
every step reminds me of
the forgotten buds,
every bow stirs up the seeds
of an organic love.
these wooden fingers
of mine...

The green grass of summer

Things I absolutely love about this season:

• sleeping in loose pj's and having the sun shine wonderfully through the drapes in the morning
• the never-ending supply of veggies and fruits
• gallons of coffee and tons of films,music,art,etc.
• spending some days in the cool climate of my own room and doing as little as it is physically possible
• chubby cats and homemade food
• white orchids
• the sense of belonging to a family
• disheveled hair and sunscreen
• nail polish that reminds me of winter adventures
• bathing in July's luscious light
• the fact that my skin looks like caramel and my mind is able to smile again
• how an old and dear friend can lighten up my afternoon
• sodas,gossip,the sound of dusty asphalt under my sneakers 
• the green grass of summer
• familiar faces and theater
• the way in which stars shine when you're at peace with the world

"We gonna get free."

Idealized gods

"C'mon,baby,let's go for a ride
In your lipstick-red car,
Cigar blazin' in the sunshine!
Charmed me with your 1950s smile...
Be my James Dean!I'll be your Marilyn!
Don't overthink,honey,let's give it a try!
The radio is blastin',I'm wearing your cologne-
Where did I put my heart-shaped glasses?
Oh,no,got whiskey all over my polka dot skirt!
All you need is me and a packet of Marlboro-
Can't you see?I've fallen deep
For this crisp white shirt,smug lover!
Make me your black and white movie,
The stars are all shining for us!
No need for a script,just a kiss and some blue ink!
I'll give you my best Audrey Hepburn laugh,
You'll frown,take a sharp turn
And pretend you're Cary Grant!
What's that,sugar?We've run out of Jack Daniel's?
No worries,gonna find ourselves a gas station
And race through this fairytale with no prayers...
Now take my Grace Kelly face
In your Clark Gable embrace-
C'mon,baby,let's not make Elvis wait!

Sweet deception

Mintea imi infloreste,insa asternuturile sunt deja imbibate-n caldura infernala a verii.

Cafeaua emana vapori mistici,insa buzele-mi ard ca un buchet de bujori inflamabili.

Scaunul este la fel de rosu si primitor ca intotdeauna,insa corvoada vidului imi apasa ca o nicovala coloana.

Lemnul leviteaza si evadeaza din stransoarea degetelor,insa praful se acumuleaza amenintator sub talpi.

Inghetata se topeste in cele mai incitante arome,insa magia camerei din copilarie s-a disipat acum mult timp.

Melodiile prezentului coloreaza apusul cu miscari sublime,insa soaptele viitorului nu sunt prea amabile cu trecutul.

Oboseala noptii imbraca pielea,insa umbrele subtiri sunt deja la capul patului.

In cele din urma,totul depinde de perceptie.