A.B.C in my words.
Sunt multe vechi , sunt cateva noi , sunt momente , sunt franturi. Aici sunt eu.
Runaway heart ( celor trei spre care fug gandurile mele mereu):
There is a silent scream that keeps on growing
In my lungs.
And I suppress it every night and I whisper
Shush, damn you, shush
Nobody can ever hear you.
Nobody must ever know how much I miss
Myself, and you, and her, and us,
Together.
Cause if anyone would ever hear, this silent thunder
Roaring in the depth of my naked chest
Then you would know and she would know
The world would know,
How much I wish I could run across the cornfields
And wake up in your arms
And laugh and smile and find myself again.
Cause you would make me whole again,
Glue me back together then get me on a plane
Saying a sweet goodbye, that you will never leave me
That I must part, that you will not forget me
And I would cry and you would lie
And I would leave and we’d both die.
Cause we should never be apart,
We should defy the fate and be together,
Even if seas and oceans and cornfields are between us
I’ll scream and run and find you,
I never want to learn to live without you.
Blind
I am sore and my eyes hurt.
I am blind and my body aches.
I hit random objects in the darkness of your heart,
Where are you?
To hold my hand and guide me through the pain,
To make it bearable and bring the light
Upon my hollow soul
And make my eyes see again and my veins pound again
Because you touched me,
You held my hand, you held my life
inside your palm.
Your hands were warm and rough and then they were gone.
Don’t leave me hanging for a love I’ll never have
Push me away, take me apart,
Set me free , oh, free me from the darkness
Of your mind.
My eyes are blind with love.
My body is yearning for your touch,
My footsteps are always following the pounding of your heart.
Blugi:
Mi-e dor de totul ce-mi era atat de drag
Mi-e dor de noptile sub cerul clar
Mi-e dor de glasul tau senin
Mi-e dor de zambetul tau lin.
Mi-e dor de zgomotul din viata mea
Cand eram noi, doar noi si ploaia
Si zgomotele lumii erau seci
Si buzele noastre erau reci.
Caci picura peste gurile noastre calde
Si ne pierdeam in sarutari flamande
Si ne incalzeam sufletele cu taceri lungi
Si-ti pastram mainile ca pe o pereche de blugi
Veche, pe care nu o arunci niciodata
Pentru ca intotdeauna vrei sa o mai porti o data.
Printre gene albastre:
M am saturat de ochii tai albastri care nu ma privesc
Si de mersul tau sprinten
Si nu observi ca din gene vreau sa te opresc.
Opreste-te din umbletul tau neincetat
Doar o clipa
Si uita-te in urma, voi fi acolo unde m-ai lasat
Privind cu jind la mersul tau apasat
Sperand in zadar ca te intorci
Visand la o zi cand nu vei uita sa-mi aduci
Privirea si zambetul si inima inapoi.
Arsenic:
Curgi prin venele mele
sufocant
Ca o picatura de arsenic
Si lasi pustiu totul
in urma
Si toate le faci
pur si simplu zambind.
Te diger incet
Ca pe o otrava dulce
Propriul meu chin
dureros
lent.
Si moartea va veni
picurand incet
Prin venele mele
arse.
ploaie vulcanica.
Ploua ploi catifelate
Sub umbrele dantelate.
Picura picuri vulcanici
peste florile de ceara ;
In orasul ploilor,
zumzetul tramvaielor
inceteaza brusc.
Ploua gri si dezolant
melancolic se-arata
suspinand ganduri poluate
zeul ploilor .
Colbul tot s-a umezit
nu mai e nimic in viata,
tot in lume a pierit.
Picura picuri vulcanici
mistuind si al meu suflet;
prispe goale , friguroase
ma primesc in al lor san,
mistuiti de-un dor napraznic
sub umbrele ne privim.
Ploua ploi catifelate ,
peste-al nostru dulce chin.
Disparitie.
Simt un tipat inabusit in mine,
Cum ma sufoca
Si cum razbate pana la peretii toracelui meu
Ma izbeste
Si ramane un ecou
Penduland constant
Distrugandu ma incet,
Otrava.
Disperarea mi-e prietena,
Iar deznadejdea locuieste alaturi
La numarul 13.
De ce m-am pierdut de tine, suflet cald?
Cuvintele nu isi au rostul.
O lacrima izvorata din tipatul crunt
Cade incet pe pometii prea colorati de nimicuri cotidiene
Ploaia pe care o asteptam.
