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Mancatorul de suflete (III) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (III). Te auzeam trosnind un lemn uscat in focul meu,. Si simteam cat de mult te doare. Dar era un joc pentru doi. You’re currently reading “Mancatorul de suflete (III),” an entry on The Upper-Under. March 9, 2010 / 10:21 pm. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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T. T. | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. I could say a word more than I needed,. A word more and, perhaps, a letter,. A vowel stretched by cords between my lips,. A sign, a signal, a frown at times to put a mirror. The night has passed and now. I say no words. No vowels round my lips. Nor do frowns nor sneers curl my brows. In much desired ways. I now lie open on your table. My guts went out, my stomach turned,. My head keeps swinging in a thousand swings,. To cut myself loose. A happ...
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Mancatorul de suflete (V) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (V). Inca ma priveai in ochi cand ai desirat capatul dinspre tine. Al Ecuatorului si te-ai infasurat in ata ca’ntr-o panza,. Si m-ai tras spre tine. You’re currently reading “Mancatorul de suflete (V),” an entry on The Upper-Under. March 9, 2010 / 10:35 pm. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).
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Mancatorul de suflete (IV) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (IV). Stateam fata in fata, eu intr-un colt al cercului,. Tu in celalalt,. Si ne privem tamp,. Ca doua gaste ce contempla acelasi bob de porumb. Ne intelegeam tacit, din miscari premeditate ale ciocului,. Din batai de aripi,. Din clatinari sucessive pe acelasi drum. Ne despartea o lume ca un ghem de ata. Amandoi ne intrebam daca gastele mananca porumb. In secret, visam la degete opozabile. March 9, 2010 / 10:30 pm. Build a...
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Mancatorul de suflete (II) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (II). Cozi de cirese cadeau in parul tau,. Iar tu le scuturai cu mana,. Cu o nonsalanta pe care fie o simteai,. Fie o inventai in atelierul de sentimente false,. Ascuns undeva in minele tale. Stateam in fata ta si priveam. Cu ochii mariti de spaima. Cum te amuzi de sufocarea mea. Ma ineca furtuna de zapada care se revarsa de undeva de sus,. Dintr-un altul la fel de rece. Mi-ai spus ca soarele tau nu apune niciodata,. Manca...
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Mancatorul de suflete (III) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (III). Te auzeam trosnind un lemn uscat in focul meu,. Si simteam cat de mult te doare. Dar era un joc pentru doi. You’re currently reading “Mancatorul de suflete (III),” an entry on The Upper-Under. March 9, 2010 / 10:27 pm. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Mancatorul de suflete (VI) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (VI). Aveai ochii inchisi cand te-am scos din cocon. Mi-ai multumit ca te-am nascut din pamantul meu,. Ca un Pygmalion al noroaielor,. Ca te-am dezgropat din mine insami. Din tine curgea praf, din mine inca apa,. Si totul continua sa se roteasca ametitor in jurul nostru,. Dar noi, cumva, ne opriseram. Radeam amandoi doi nou nascuti in curentul cercului. O sa ne traga inapoi . O sa ma tin de margine , mi-ai soptit in ureche.
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The new, shiny toy is now old and broken | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. The new, shiny toy is now old and broken. What do I mean to you, now that you know me? What do I mean? Am I less intriguing, now that you know my ways,. Am I less smart, or funny or kind? Now, that you see who I am, do you find me. Now, that you can guess my moves,. Now, when you understand me better,. Now, when I’m not much of an enigma,. What do I mean to you? Does knowing one mean you cannot love,. Or find that one still worthy to be yours?
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Mancatorul de suflete (I) | The Upper-Under
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To live. To dare. To feel. To remember. To blossom, that is. Mancatorul de suflete (I). Ti-am inghitit tot cerul, fara sa ma pot opri. Si ti-am strigat sa ma opresti, sa opresti monstrul din mine. Care stinge lumina soarelui tau. You’re currently reading “Mancatorul de suflete (I),” an entry on The Upper-Under. March 9, 2010 / 10:12 pm. Jump to comment form. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public).