luciabordeianu

is 12 am.

let’s go and

taste first summer rain!

hmmm such greeeat time to run!

isn’t?

unless you have a crazy dog to take out.

so here we are, human and dog,

animals under depressive skies,

first day of June.

tonight god smokes a cigare,

pours some moldavian red wine and says:

come on, snails with or without shells,

leave your gardens, go play outside,

feel the concrete, feel free and alive,

until I’ll finish this bottle or

till morning’s lights will catch us all

awake and sick of life!

the town from the ex comunist block side,

is under a spell I can’t tell,

but I feel and also some of you too.

snails are dancing on earth’s floor,

or

something like that.

for joy, I let them listen my music,

share some Beastie Boys.

make some noise and the brain

will shout words as bullets,

through lyrics.

snails revolution day is near!

m-a înconjurat atâta moarte,

de o vreme atât de lungă,

o moarte prelungă, predată din om în om,

ca o ștafetă pe un stadion fără start,

fără final.

am uitat să îmi fie dor sau

cum este printre cei vii,

deși, mai ales în cazul lor,

am cele mai mari dubii.

dar am aflat ca fiecare pom,

își înfige rădăcinile în fiecare fost om.

și crește.

nici nu mai știu pe cine sa pariez.

pe viață sau moarte?

motiv pentru care îmi aprind cu chibritul

o țigară și-o altă țigară.

miza e strânsă:

pe stadion aleargă umăr la umăr

câte un om, câte un pom.

l-ați închis degeaba în cărți,

l-ați încătușat între două ziduri groase,

coperte carton.

i-ați tatuat negrele cuvinte pe file,

însă poetul nu era un nebun

și gravita liber între cer și pământ,

cu gândul ajungând mai departe.

aici, printre voi, doar o umbră,

o dâră de buze, de ochi, de frunte înaltă.

o dublă personalitate.

poetul nu era nici singur, bolnav sau nebun.

Repetenților!

melcii se revarsă alunecos pe alei.

aricii și ei.

cine va cuceri, cine se va salva

in noaptea asta?

pășesc ca un dumnezeu peste pământ,

prin univers, printre stele si alți sori,

am mersul atent pe asfaltul umed,

însuflețit de culori

de felinare înalte, stradale.

mă mir mereu, mereu, mereu

că lor deloc nu le pasă

de existențele noastre comune,

nocturne.

I went out only because my dog ran out of food.

otherway I wouldn’t.

and the nature is playing its game,

reborn, reload, return, repeat.

this play on its scene I well know.

but nomatter the passing time,

I still doubt.

I feel, but I doubt.

am I a part of the plan?

do I have a role, am I a good actor?

will crictics give me their best words?

will people aplaude my lines?

do I care?

I don’t.

on my way I have to cross passages

and the central city park,

where I found 3 men.

one was in wheelchair.

one was eating a salami sandwich.

the last was bandaging the cripple

with attention, care and some skill.

did anybody bandaged your foot

with love?

I found love on the street

and seems enough for a life.

while praying, my own way, for an angel

to come and fly with me higher than

airplanes,

the only rescue I find to escape from here

is in my devil side.

never sold me bullshit,

always there through times,

never relied on keeping in close touch,

always gone when things were done.

my devil side, I love and I hate

and this mystic relation has no end.

doomed to never rise,

me and my devil side are walking on earth

or diving deep beneath its surfaces,

with masks on our faces,

we hide.

(RATM, Take the Power Back)

an ex once told me how to face

the drink sickness.

he was experimented, so I kept it in mind

and checked theory one time,

when I got very drunk,

few years later.

I was living seaside then.

I successfully escaped bar, alone.

I had a small chat with taxi driver.

I went upstairs without balance.

I put the key in front door with one hand movement.

I reached the dark room.

I fell into my empty bed.

I was victorious.

then universe started to jump around my corpse,

my head was its basketball.

too many lights behind my closed eyes

were running in circles.

sudently, in that infinite madness,

I remembered the words of my ex

and I said, stuttering, load voice,

why not?

the position is to fix your body straight,

while tilting your head one side.

for the perfect side, you have to try

which suits you better.

I used my left, till morning.

you came with your beautiful mind,

rendered me speechless.

and now teeth feel all

Sahara’s sand, gathered into my mouth.

our bloodied swords have fallen down

on the room’s floor.

none of these killers will hurt us anymore,

as long as we’re surrendering.

as long as all I want is touch each part,

the endless magic,

of the most beautiful existing mind.

I am so bad with names,

thing which threw me in strange situations,

many times when was important

to know who the fuck

I was speaking with.

but not remembering the name of single girl

I kissed?!

how to forget and forgive this?

well, is not really pushing me to call

and schedule an hour for psyhichological consultation,

but I am one step away to text

an old highshool friend and question him.

man, do you remind that blonde,

long hair, dark round eyes,

from the ten grade, chemistry class?

you don’t?

why not?

she was hot…

sometimes I wonder why I keep in touch

with these guys?

I cannot rely on them, on their memories,

to complete my missing ones.

it’s almost as in highschool,

you can’t rely on them.

always together, whenever,

in real, always alone.

I think her name starts with R.

or B?

mneah! damn my brain!

I am sure was a round letter,

like her big dark eyes,

her pink lips,

that mouth and tongue I taught

how to kiss boys.

hope she’s happy, there, into the world!

las nopțile deschisa fereastra,

să ne acopere același cer,

si ploi,

de cad, să ude cald tâmplă cu tâmplă.

întregul spațiu dintre noi

se strânge, împărțit la doi, la doi, la doi…

oricând, în gând, îți lasă pașii mei

un semn, o urmă, o fărâmă

din tot ce sunt, cât încă sunt.