In search of sunrise. Asta ma defineste pentru moment. Sunt inca in cautarea rasaritului. M-am saturat de prea mult intuneric. Vreau culori tari care sa ma trezeasca la realtate. Vreau sa simt briza marii in timp ce trag puternic din tigara. Vreau sa simt nisipul sub picioare si sa ma joc pe mal. Vreau sa simt zorii diminetii. Vreau sa simt vantul cum imi adie usor prin par si imi mangaie tenul proaspat spalat de sarea din mare. Read the rest of this entry »

I had a dream last night. In my dream, we were somewhere…somewhere nice. We were surrounded by so many people. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about, and to be fair, it doesn’t even matter. I’m there, you’re there. Us two, too many people, and some spirits. I’m not Russian. I promise you, my baby. I’m not. I couldn’t be anyway. But I’m from eastern Europe. Why do you ask? Do you like my accent? It’s unique in a way or another, and in the same time, so similar to any others foreign accents. Read the rest of this entry »

You are such a fool. Why do you still love me? Why are you around me anymore…?! And if you are not around, why do you always want to come back? Do you love me? I think you are obsessed with that perfect body shape that you like to watch when I’m in front of you. I can see myself in your eyes you know, it feels like I’m looking in the mirror. It’s just me there, naked, in front of the window. I’m smoking. Read the rest of this entry »

Mi-am amintit de om cu ochi albastri. Ii puteai citi sufletul cand te uitai in ochii lui. Stateai cu sufletul la gura pana ajungea acasa, si apoi ii sareai in brate de bucurie. Ii spuneai secrete si il priveai ca pe cel mai intelept om din lume. Iti dadea lectii despre viata si iti povestea detalii din tari straine. Iti aducea ciocolata, pentru ca stia ca o sa te faca sa razi si sa zburzi de nebun prin gradina. Read the rest of this entry »

Stateam pe pat. Afara ploua inca. Nu torential, dar nici prea incetisor. Este exact genul acela de ploaie care imi place cel mai mult. Stateam in fata geamului si fumam linistita. Si gandeam…si mi-a venit in minte o intrebare: ‘care e cel mai mare secret al meu’. Si am intrebat…care e cel mai mare secret al tau. Sunt secrete. De aceea se numesc secrete, pentru ca nimeni nu le stie, si evident nimeni nu le va afla vreodata. Read the rest of this entry »