If love is flesh and sex is meat
Were can we hope our thoughts can meet?
If thoughts are blood and words are veins
How could we wipe those bloody stains
From our love song sad refrains?
How could we speak, but with our bones
What could we seek, but the unknowns?
How could we meet, if not in verse?!
Is there another [...]
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Dualism
Posted in Bucolice, The sexth sense on February 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Eterna reintoarcere
Posted in Bucolice on December 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Am abuzat de buza ta
Ai abuzat de bâzul meu
Dar buza ta la bâzul meu
Sa se intoarc-ar vrea mereu
Ca s-o mai bâzâie putin
Si s-o invaluie deplin
In zumzaitul sau preaplin.
Tous les matins du monde
Posted in Bucolice, The sexth sense, tagged verso on November 7, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
M-am sculat cu noaptea-n brate
Mirosea a liliac
Si a spice desfacute
Pe ceardac