"We were standing in line outside of something,
two by two, or alone in pairs, or simply alone,
looking into windows full of scissors,
windows full of shoes. the street was closing,
the city was closing, would we be the
ones to make it? They were showing
in a glass case, the Man without a Country.
we held up our passports in his face, we wept for him..."

Adrienne Rich - The Man without a Country

...boring long fake stupid self applause events. . "oh how smart we are, how beautiful, how honorful and brave"...

I wish I had time to go around shooting non-existent pedestrians.

Everything I will write from now are excerpts from my random thoughts 2 to 1 year ago.
I will announce it when they end, but they seem promisingly long.

un lucru bun este faptul ca viata asta nu are sens. nu-i asa?

"Iar se concentreaza totul numai in ochi,
numai in sprincene, numai in barbie,
numai in bratul intins si atit,
restul incetind sa mai fie."
Nichita Stanescu

"The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, and you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... you finish off as an orgasm."
— George Carlin

Aceasta mare e acoperita de adolescenti
care invata mersul pe valuri, in picioare
mai rezemandu-se cu bratul, de curenti
mai sprijinindu-se de-o raza teapana, de soare
Eu stau pe plaja-ntinsa, taiata-n unghi perfect
Si ii contemplu ca la o debarcare
O flota infinita de iole. Si astept
Un pas gresit sa vad, sau o alunecare
macar pan' la genunchi in valul diafan
Sunand sub lenta lor inaintare.
Dar ei sunt zvelti, si calmi, si simultani
Au si deprins sa mearga pe valuri, in picioare.

Nichita Stanescu - Adolescenti pe mare

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we're all babies in teardrops ...

Quiso cantar, cantar
para olvidar
su vida verdadera de mentiras
y recordar
su mentirosa vida de verdades

Epitafo para una poeta - Paz

"The true artist is the one who says no even when he says yes." Paz

Todo nos amenaza:
el tiempo, que en vivientes fragmentos divide
al que fui
del que seré,
como el machete a la culebra;
la transparencia traspasada,
la mirada ciega de mirarse mirar;
las palabras, la tela agujereada del espíritu;
nuestros nombres, que entre tú y yo se levantan,
murallas de vacío que ninguna trompeta derrumba.
'Más allá del amor' - Octavio Paz

n-am ramas decat cu doi omoplati goi, sangerand, brusc retezati inainte sa-mi intalneasca sufletul....

gand dupa o poezie de Blandiana

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