Secret tale

She chosen a heart to burn

She released a soldier from his turn
To go on a war, to steal the life
Of a lost soul, of a man without a goal. 

"I don't know who he is, in my dreams he does exist"

"Here's a goodbye to close your eyes, here's some magic on the lies"..

And he forgot his road.. he forgot what he was told. His life was standing before him, getting weaker sin by sin and then the sky opened the stars greeting his eyes suddenly wondering why he cries. 

"Screaming in the shadow of last week
Hoping my only breath was taking the lead
Waiting for something to pass
Screaming, till’ something broke my soul of glass.

Sleeping my head over a day,
Passing a lie over something to say
Regarding my breath of sweetness
I forgot about my heart’s illness,

Speaking unconsciously several hours
In silence I woke up all those mad sorrows
And that day I remembered me screaming again
Till the demons found all the words that were unspoken."

"What is yours should belong to me.. my terrifying  love for you is free"

Retorica

Te uiti la mine simplu

Imi vorbesti calm

In ochii tai timpul

Se preface-ntr-un suflet alb.

Pana si roua ochilor mei

Cade-n ploaie dimineata,

O oglinda de porumbei

Imi ineaca-n cer viata.

Hai da-mi o strofa vie

Din viata ta umila

Ca in a mintii chimie

Pe versuri, un destin s-o tina.

Nu-ti mai cauta motive

Ci curajul de a sti, de a fi

In stare sa tii la tine

Asa cum nimeni n-ar crede ca stii.

Ca ai fost in stare

Sa gasesti o fericire-ntr-un necaz

Ca intr-un final sa gasesti o mare

Inecandu-te-n extaz.

Ceea ce te doare

Simte-o ca pe-un drog

Iar in vina noastra mare

Scrie un gand pe al apelor pod:

Leagana versuri pe valuri de cerneala

Si aseaza-le apoi p-un alb

Caci acea mare a gandurilor tale

Cu furtuni uneori sau soare cald

E stiloul vietii care

Iti dicteaz-un destin inalt.

Uite-te in spate, uite-te la mine

Ca sa vezi ce-ti pleaca la o parte

Caci vesnicia din tine

M-ar ajuta sa scriu o carte.

Lasa timpul sa treaca

Ca o sa te-aduca inapoi

Din nostalgia ploii din nori

Pe-o secunda cu umerii goi.

Praf

O noapte inceputa, geamul e deschis

Soaptele la ea tot urla, in al noptii greu abis.

Mintea ei e inecata-n ploaia grelelor cuvinte

Iar viata-i e plecata, spre regretul care minte.

Tortura amintirilor o invaluie, iar omul de ceata s-a intors

Se uita la ea orgolios, iar Ena pleaca spre balcon si se uita-n jos.

Ceata e adanca, el incepe de o striga.

Ei i-e frica. Teama o face-a crede ca ceata poate-o tine, dar ceata nu o vede.

Valuri albe-i vin in fata, pare ca pe nori viseaza.

Apa lacrimilor ei dispar in ceata, iar urletul subtire

Sub trista-i privire, se aude in ecou

Si viata-i din simtire, se transforma-n praf din nou.