Cădere şi fiinţă

Când în apă nu te mai îneci

Şi apa însăşi se goleşte de substanţă

Stai.. umil în faţa lipsei de speranţă

Şi-a întrebării disperate: ce idoli să încerci?

Şi ce-i totuşi de urmat în vremea vremurilor arse

De dorinţă..

Şi ce mai e de întrebat când tot ce ne dorim

Este fiinţă?

Acum vremurilo ard, iar tu nu arzi

Acum timpul dansează, şi eu sunt stâncă.

Aş vrea acum ca tu să cazi

În timp ce eu cad încă.

Fiinţă şi cădere.. Credinţă şi putere.

Circa quelli che vanno- Sfat de drum

Iubeşte cum trebuie..

Senza ragione, senza parole

- Go back on your side of the bed and just pretend I'm the ugliest lady the world has ever seen.
- But I want to understand- I UNDERSTAND!
- This is not the way.
- But how?
Then I got up, in a vertical position, a grasp to myself in the mirror and only one promise:
To be serious for a second.

Life for us constitutes a great deal of paradoxes. There are only two categories: good paradoxes and bad paradoxes. Their quality on an objective scale is meaningless, but regarding the individual it represents everything. It is basically the instance felt physically, emotionally and rationally. The paradox determines the state of our souls in every moment and it answers the question: Where do i belong?
-Heaven or hell?
My bad paradox may be gone, but I am still a sinner.
From then on, as in every instance spent with him, my reason was his pleasure and my pleasure was his reason.

"Keep me in your heart for a while"

Song of the under-dreams

Illusions of fate maybe
Or the saddest desire..
Sometimes we wish to live..

..a ceased moment captured a life..
..the sky.. all of our glances..
The memory is the shadow
When all of us
Are tentative.


And uncertainty
Rarely matters.

It's the feeling.
It always rings
And animates non-life.

And then
Time and space
Concentrate in the essence:
The Non-Words.

"Warum bin ich hier und nicht dort?"

From Wenders's Der Himmel über Berlin






"Als das Kind Kind war,
wusste es nicht, dass es Kind war.."

"Als das Kind Kind war,
war das die Zeit der folgenden Fragen:
Warum bin ich Ich und
warum nicht Du?
Warum bin ich hier und
warum
nicht dort?
Wann begann die Zeit
und wo endet der Raum?"

Per quelli che ci lasciano sognare

A flower growing in the mind has its roots in one's heart.

Cuvântul frumos, scris pe jos, dansând
Joacă visul enfantului şi-al apei culturale.

Noi, oameni ce scriem,
Dansăm în cuvânt.

Noi, oameni ce suntem,
Trăim spre avânt.

Ou vont nos reves?

Haiku

Essence of a tear:
Childishly loose button
Falling from the heart.

Ascultare?

Turlele bisericilor din cărţi

Se mai ridică , una câte una,

În sufletele ce au încredere.

Dar ce e încrederea?

Şi turlele ce-s?

Umbră pe iarbă

Sau trepte spre cer?

"E bine omule c-ai venit în viaţă.. să trăieşti un timp printre .. muritori.."

Tell me, sir, what counts as nothing?
Speak to me in words of truth.
Speak to me, and don't think twice,
I'll stay by, and freeze the dice.

In the loss of words and thought
I'll be there, and leave shall not.

But nothing are your answers
And everything is human.

So be a God and take a choice:
It's the word or it's the voice?