Pentru Nimeni (nu citi)
Am asteptat destul, sa te intorci.
E timpul, poate, sa merg si eu mai departe,
si sa pun mana pe visele ce le visez
in lipsa ta,
pentru ca nu pot sa raman o biata umbra.
Sunt pana la urma,
creatia ta monstruasa si dementa.
E un secret,
dar eu inca te iubesc,
si a fost o prostie sa ma intrebi daca am fost vreodata fericit cu tine, pentru ca nu am fost niciodata mai fericit ca atunci cand iti juram iubire, si mi-as fi dat viata pentru tine.
Inca nu am suficienta ura, pentru a simti altceva.
Ai reusit insa sa ma faci sa-l urasc pe dumnezeu mai mult ca niciodata,
cu toate ca nu cred ca ar putea exista,
dar am nevoie de ura,
ca sa pot supravietui fara iubire.
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Doar a mea e
Mi-e teama ca nu o sa te mai iubesc,
atunci cand o sa-mi dau seama, ca nu te mai fascinez, ca alta data.
Mi-e teama ca atunci, o sa mor cu adevarat
ca o sa ma schimb, ca o sa incep sa port si eu masca ipocriziei
la fel ca toti, ca o sa mint doar ca sa ajung in patul unei fete
pe care in realitate nu dau doi bani.
O sa dau minciuni pe iubirea uneia pe care nu o iubesc
si o sa devin din ce in ce mai bun
si totodata ascuns de iubire
si atunci eu o sa fiu in locul tau
si cercul devine cerc, asa cum tu i-ai luat locul celui ce te-a ranit
si ai simtit, ceea ce simt eu acum.
E dizgratios din partea mea sa dau vina pe tine,
pentru ca vina e a mea,
iubire.
Vina e a mea.
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My Stories Of You (chapter three)
The worlds of her, that moved the worlds of others
were also moved by another, she told me
and made me jellous
of the hypocrisy of this another.
Leaves embrace a rusty death,
in front of her
jumping from the blue skies of summer.
Trees look awkward without their green.
The ground is wet and it looks cold,
but definately a good place to be buried.
why shouldn't he do the same?
he wonders
as the two walk, over those little corpses.
apocalypse of a man's love, my love,
it's the name of this,
her best masterpiece,
one of a kind tragedy.
It's crazy but they do get to feel,
the lips of the other
one, two
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My Stories Of You (chapter one)
Back touching back,
but the skin can't feel the other skin,
as clothes get in the way,
and the emptiness of the two,
is uneven for you and me.
It enters without knocking,
the bitch they call life,
a lie
ripping your butterflies wings
until love is held back, in it's leash.
In this live picture of us,
we stil are
a little bit less in love with each other,
and more distant than those stars,
which may or may not be dead.
Alone, killing my time, in this scented absence of you
I paint the wholeness of my mind
with the loss of you, and with those kisses, that made you my first love, and more than any other girl I've met or not.
Ending it, when you still mean so much to me
is not as easy as I thought it to be.
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Titanium Girl
I see your name
but I can't see your pain
and sometimes I want
you could give me all that
I see your grace
but I can't see your face
although my eyes
are completly shut
I see your smile
but I can't see your eyes
and god how i'd wish
I could stare in your eyes
I see your tear
but I can't see your fear
you may be somewhat
as strong as your pain
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Linistea ta tulburatoare si rece
Despre cuvintele mele, ce parere ai?
Avid dupa admiratia ta pierduta, le-am pus aici,
in acest loc unde toti vorbesc o alta limba.
Ei nu vor intelege, insa tu, daca vreodata vei ajunge din gresala sa pasesti pe aici
ai sa intelegi (poate)
dar sper sa nu fie prea tarziu
si sa iti pese putin, de ce scriu pentru tine,
in aceasta limba.
Nu-ti fie teama, sa-mi spui, inca sunt indragostit
de mirajul tau,
ca o cometa, dansezi cu stelele, si voi astepta sa te intorci, sa iti spun povestea completa,
si sa pot vedea din nou urmele incandescente
ce le lasa picioarele tale in aceasta lume din mintea mea.
(...)
Ar trebui poate, sa fiu realist, nu-mi face bine sa fiu ridicol, sa visez, sa sper,
dar viata mea are o singura eroina.
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Gladiators for clowns
Heroine of love, tangling our hearts with barb wire,
made of gold and human emotion
until I enter you, and you enter me,
like blind bats in a cave,
fighting each other like gladiators in the world's arena
entertaining clowns, with our blood.
You have your hundred swords prepared,
I only have a wooden shield.
It does not matter, life was never righteous for the two of us
in the matters of love.
Secretly wishing you'd understand my pain, I write curious things
in secret love letters, that are never meant to be seen
by the hate, or love, of your friends.
Bravely ignoring you outside this room,
like I could rule the world at any time,
I'm boundlessly pained
by the absence of your absence
in the life I have no more,
where You were my heroine.
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My Stories Of You (chapter five)
I flame a million words of my pathetic love,
meant for you, they have no purpose in living
in my mind.
These days,
I demolish the shrines of the goddess of love
and make graves where I hide my beautiful memories of you and me.
I used to collect your feminin scent in bottles of transparent glass,
because I was insanely in love with you,
and I still am, why else would I write you these chapters.
But I'm somewhat different from what I was,
I'm a warrior now, like Hector of Troy,
battling mirages of you, in this war of broken hearts.
If by any chance, you happen to read this,
know that I'm not sad or mad
it was a nice day today,
drinking coffe with you, and giving you a kiss, a simple one, but at the same time,
all that I need,
to live another day.
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My Stories Of You (Chapter Nine)
She had giants following her scented footsteps,
and worlds of murderous blue, creating words of love
outside her heart.
But she loved no one that loved her.
She loved me, but as long as I didn't love her back.
Between the stars I travel, collecting the words
that keep slipping from my love letters of you.
They don't want to be finished, someone tells me.
He must be right.
At the edge of the world, I whisper to you, that I love you,
but there's no answer to comfort me,
no kiss to return the favour.
I haven't even seen you today, but my worlds
will still mean nothing without you.
Sadness is good, it means something to me,
for it makes me write more of you,
and I don't want to stop loving you.
(Somn usor eroina mea frumoasa)
(don't be confused, She is You)
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My Wish
I wish...
I wish not a lot of things.
But lay gently by your side,
my whole heart,
my life,
my light.
I wish...
To put feelings on your lips,
with my kiss,
my breath,
my touch.
And to make this ugly life,
shine bright like a fire's night.
I wish..
I wish not a lot of things,
but some hours of pure love,
a few moments just with you.
I wish..
To melt slowly in your arms,
like cold ice cream on your lips,
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