Sevrage

Se ronge le dedans,

Comme la lèpre la peau,

Distillée par les yeux

La douleur s'écoule

Cheminant gauchement vers l'abime,

D'entre les genoux

Des lèvres s'échappent,

Des vapeurs de moisi,

Colorant les pales murs

Des mortes et vieilles fantaisies

Parfumant de nouveau

Le regard misérable, brumeux,

Des cadavres noircis

Maintenant bien trop silencieux

Une boue peu rougeâtre

Titube dans les artères

S'arrêtant trop souvent,

Faisant les longs cils

Autrefois vifs,

Se taire

Ne reste plus que le manque,

Le désir,

L'absence

L'abstinence...

Le silence

De ma triste addiction

Comment puis-je m'absoudre,

Quand le problème

Est que tu es ma solution?

Sweet, dear, loving time

I would love to be able to start this little post by declaring my undying love and affection to this trustworthy friend and dreadful enemy. However, I keep wondering if it is time that changes me or if I am to discover it doesn't actually do much to the metamorphosis taking hold of me as of late.

Oh yes, my tender flesh and young blood are changing their chemical compound at a speed I have never witnessed before. It is as if I could hear under my skin the molecules clashing and reforming and be forced to watch the very fibre that covers me expand and stretch and refold in a hurtful origami dance that seems to be going nowhere…

It may not be the first time that these changes occur. With time and age and mistakes I guess they must unfold upon anyone. Nevertheless, I have never felt them as strong and as completely out of control as these past few months.

What is there to be understood of this? Passing pages will eventually come back? Will the old be entirely replaced or be modified and kept? Will the dust gathered upon so many corners be swept away or just lay down again on other shapes?

Is the finding to be proved true... that people are merely walking equations, understood by few but mysterious to others, that love and friendship are but variables and that the melting of bodies just a coma between units and subunits… Is selfishness and doubting others to be the newly crowned queen of the reign over my future?

I don't even know where these words are taking me. It's still so blurry and dark…

"Camina la punta de mis dedos sobre tus hombros,

Sobre la piel dura, como la que cubre los libros,

Se me rompen las unas al tratar de abrirte,

Y se me queman los ojos al tratar de leerte…"

[to M., to Y., to S., to DD.]

Where are you hiding my child?

Why aren't you hiding where you are supposed to?

. . .

I'll rip off my skin to cover your shoulders

And leave me as naked as before I was born

And make the world that surounds you

Leave your four walls alone...

I'll give you my hands to sew to your elbows

To cover the cracks and rebuild the windows

And be a statue of warmth and of silence

Left for your pleasure of constance...

. . .

And I'll hear all of the noise

And I'll drink all of the words

That may someday kill your joys

Or be knocking on your door...

No thighs will give you such a welcome

No legs will hide you just as well

No other arms will ever hold you

With the power of an eggshell...

And I'll be like a little shadow

You may sometimes touch or kiss

And then dissapear forever

And be back if I am missed...

[to Y.]

Come sway with me my long lost lover,

Hope and dreams are gone for thee

Drown your anger to the other

In my sheets and sheets to be.

Bend my skin as you may please

Bend my mind and breaths and knees

Tare apart the walls and laces

Leave me sinking in embraces.

Take my thoughts and thoughts to be

Break them from reality

Make me lie and cheat and hate

Be your slave from dusk to wake...

Teach my heart how to care less

So that my mind won't die of loss...

[to Espñ.]

Humming

I simply love it when you’re sad
Sad eyes, sad eyes, my darling darling’s eyes

I simply love it when you cry
Sad eyes, forgiving eyes, that don’t care about my lies

I simply love it when you smile
Sad smile, sweet smile, my darling darling’s smile

...

If all you need is found in me
If I am here right next to you
If all we did or what we’ll do
Does not count…then why?

I can see those big eyes sad?
I can feel your heart stopped beating?
I can barely hear you breathing?
When I hold you in my arms….

Where’s the warmth that was in you?
Where, the things we used to do?
Why your lips are cold and dry?
Why you’re smiling when you cry?

[cheap, all nighter poetry again...sorry for the lack of deepness...but it just sounds good...feels good...; to all]

How dare the nightingale sing
Filling my ears with music's poison
When all I need or want to hear
Is merely thy voice from lips of crimson

How dare the sunlight glow at dawn
Waking me up from dreams divine
Torn asunder with a frown
For not thou arms I'd surely die...

[Midnight romance just hits me sometimes...I'm not Shakespeare but I hope you enjoy; to E.P.]

Rehearsal

Rehearsal

(Act 3; Scene II)

[She, crying alone beside the walls; He enters the stage though Hell‘s Gate]

She (towards the skies) :

Drawn by temptation towards insecurity
I tried to avoid all the traps laid before me

(towards him, rapidly) :
I beg of you! Rescue me from this full of hate place
Before the insanity of it all leaves any trace!
Please give me back what I’ve tenfold given away
Fly me to love, take me to Heaven, save me I pray!
Take my purposeless being giving me yours
Giving a reason to pass to all my life’s hours...

...

Chorus (slowly, in a murmur):
Listen…the evil around screams in despair
For love and truth somehow won though they fought fair
All the bad and sadness and loneliness cry
‘Cause dark was again spread by one spark in an eye...

[V., DD., D. ; 2005 - 2006]

Quand je t'ai vu, la première fois

[Ils sont arrivés
Se tenant par la main
L'air émerveillé
De deux chérubins...

Et quand j'ai fermé
La porte sur eux
Y avait tant de soleil
Au fond de leurs yeux
Que ça m'a fait mal,
Que ça m'a fait mal...]


Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
La première fois
Que tu souriais
Et tu regardais
Droit dans ses yeux…

Et je me rappelle
Même si c’est flou
Que tu t’es penchée
Et t’as chuchotée
Je n’ai pas entendu…

Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
Cette première fois
Quand tu souriais
Alors j’ai compris
Que tu me mentais…

Et je me rappelle
Quand toi tu m’as vu
La première fois
Le brun de mes yeux
Il s’est tout fondu
En claires ruisseaux…

Et je me rappelle
Quand je t’ai vu
La première fois
Quand tu regardais
Tout droit dans ses yeux…
Alors j’ai compris
Que tu me mentais…
Et tout s’est fondu
En claires ruisseaux…

[to F., to his M.; top lyrics: "Les amants d'un jour" - Edith Piaf]

Mots pour un inconnu

"Viens ici dans mes bras...
Où les montres ne marchent pas...
Où chaque muscle, chaque fibre, chaque soufle est à toi..."

[pur F. " allé fais moi un beau sourire!" ; pour R. parce que...]

*Ploaia cade peste noi*

Ochii verzi şi pielea udă
Cade ploaia peste noi
Udă-i iarba şi prea udă
Pielea ta.

Cade ploaia peste noi
Buze moi şi pielea udă
Visul meu şi-o rază nouă-n
Ochii tăi.

Vino! Vino! şi dă-mi mâna
Cade ploaia peste noi
Să fugim acum departe-n
Visul meu.

Buze moi şi ochii verzi
Iarba udă, uzi şi noi
Cade ploaia peste noi
Şi pielea-i udă.

Buze moi pe pielea udă
Ochii verzi închişi de-acum
Nu fugim ci-aici pe iarbă
Cade ploaia peste noi.

["Poème aux inconnus"; D.; R.]

"Lie me the truth my love..."

A truth my love , cannot be called a truth if not be proved.
And by all means love, proof can easely be found in lover's eyes,
For all that's falsehood, love rebuilts and gives the form of truth
And thus all words are truth in lover's eyes.

You therefore needen't be dicouradged by demands
Of proof that lovers make; For they will see what they are asking for
In every place, if coming from their lover's mouths.

And thus I pray, my love, tell me the truth,
Or speak thou mouth whatever it may please,
For lover's ears, they still shall hear the naked truth.


[C.]

Speranta...

Un necunoscut paseste spre mine…

Stii tu oare suflet strain,

Ca-n tine intreaga-mi speranta,

Sta-nchisa, spunandu-mi sa vin,

Si sa-ti cer impreuna o viata?...

Stii tu oare suflet curat,

Ca-n tine-i puterea iertarii

Pentru-acei care stramb au calcat,

Prezentul cu tine-i da-ncet uitarii?...”

Stii tu oare suflet pereche,

Ca mi te-as da chiar pe mine,

Reluand o poveste infinit mai veche,

O alta ”eu” traind pentr-un ”tine”?...

Acelasi necunoscut trece pe langa mine...

[G.; DD]

Six billion and you…

I had nothing to give; was empty inside
Tried looking careless; hang on to my pride…
Nothing but empty shell; black hole…
I simply stopped asking for anything more…
Cause I thought life was simply grayscale
All I did was breathe in then exhale
Not living but merely existing
Not believing, what I was now facing…
The purest white petal on a lust’s rose!...
A new door has been opened; all old have been closed…
For in the blackest of paintings I saw a red spot,
My escape to THAT world I had almost forgot.
All rays of sunshine are now shining on me
All the pain of the world is not for us to see…
Every moment together is a few seconds
Moments apart, we’re counting in millions…
I can’t fit inside of my soul as it is,
Maybe too small and on verge of a freeze
All these huge and warm and surely divine,
Feelings I thought would never be mine…

[C.]

Dans le noir

Des mots rouges, chuchotes dans l'oreille
Les penombres embrassent la naissance d'une merveille...
Les seins tremblent sous mains qui carresent
Les dents mordent avec tant de tandresse.
Les souffles s'efondent sur la chaleur des peaux
Le temp semble s'être arreté un peu...
Des larmes baignent les yeux et les joues
Les ongles s'efoncent dans la chair de ton cou...
Les corps s'abandonnent aux draps posés sur la terre
Viens, embrasse-moi, ton amante, ta soeur et ta mère...

Moi j'embrasse,
Tu caresses...

On tombe dans les vide de nos propres plaisirs
On se noie dans les draps et désirs...

[N.]

Preludii

Saruta-ma si hai sa fugim de real…

Sub ocrotirea zeitelor fecunde

Ne-aruncam trupul placerilor marunte,

Intr-un utopic universal…

Musca din carnea tremuranda, fierbinte,

Imi pierd pe moment simturile primare

Ce-i aici sunt doar instincte carnale

Alearga-mi haotic prin vene si minte…

Contopirea de esente materiale,

Da nastere absolutului neatins,

Macinat de un foc imposibil de stins,

Intr-un lant de explozii nucleare…

[DD.]

Absolventza

Suflet perpetuu macinat

De'acel ceva indefinit

Fara de tabara soldat

Marsaluind la infinit...

Un univers interior

Sfasiat de cainii de pe strada

Omul din mine'ncetisor

Somnului mortii cade prada...

Caci au cazut stelele toate

Lume'ai o noapte nesfarsita

Minciuna, ura si pacate

Ne'au inghitit intr'o clipita...

Si am pierdut orice speranta

Intru salvare ori minuni

Ce vreau acum e doar distanta

Creearea unei alte lumi...

O lume'asa cum am avut

Ca un miraj, ca o poveste,

In vechiul paradis pierdut

Si care astazi nu mai este...

Dar poate oare'un singur suflet

Sa se jertfeasca pentru toti

Fara sa fie'uitat incet

Si maine sa fim iarasi morti?...