Cum sa iubesti un loc? Din toata inima si cu toata pasiunea. Il caut pentru ca ma face sa simt ca traiesc, ca numai acolo exist cu adevarat, ca masca mea s-a pierdut undeva pe drum si ca voi intra pura si nestingherita. E complicele gandurilor si martorul aventurilor mele.
Cand sarut parca totul se raceste astfel incat sa simt doar caldura persoanei care imi este alaturi.
Cand ascult cum ea imi canta , parca totul se linisteste, sunetele se afunda in surdina si tot ce rasuna e vocea clara si melodioasa.
Cand privesc, parca cerul isi schimba culoare astfel incat sa fie si mai albastru, sa scoata in evidenta culoarea ochilor lui.
Cand ating parca totul devine imaterial, conturul lumii inconjuratoare creionandu-se dupa imaginatia mea.
Si pot sa visez. Si pentru cateva clipe pot sa uit ca totul nu e decat un vis si sa cred ca exista cu adevarat.
Ca talpile ma vor durea la fel fie de voi calca pe pietre sau pe nisip.
Ca soarele ma va orbi cu aceeasi intensitate fie el deasupra marii sau deasupra cladirilor obosite
Ca vantul va vuia la fel fie printre panzele unei corabii sau printre copacii infloriti.
One of the very first poems I wrote in English.
I blew the candle on the table
and my irises turned red,
so that I couldn’t see your figure in the smoke.
The smoke got trapped into your bag
and cut the lyrics that I wrote you
and lit the candle form the mystics.
You thought they’d heal you
with their books of remedies and magic,
but you remain unsettled.
Your hair, butter scotched
like melting melon ice-cream
and your nails too.
The smoke piped around your eyes.
Red vines in an ivory void,
As far as I am concerned, I hope you’ll never be able to sleep again. But until then:
How would you would to feel another wearing your skin?
Would you hunt him in his sleep?
Like I know they’ll hunt you,
Harsh, and dark, and painful.
Will you remember that you wear their dried fur in your pockets,
as the fang of hundreds bites your sleazy hand?
will you tell your children stories
of how you burned life like you burn an incense stick?
And when you think of
Those who can cry but cannot speak,
Do you dream of how you’ve killed before?
(just a draft, but I needed to get it out there)
It’s not meant to be a story; it’s the fantasy of a rainy day and a cold breeze. A breeze that smells of salt and pushes the window open. Across the street, there’s an identical row of English houses and I draw the heavy curtain so I cannot see them. I lay in bed, in the morning half-light, with that breeze as my only cover. There is no tension, in the air, in my muscles. There is no sound but that which allows the song of the morning sea to wave in. There’s a shore behind the window, with sun-kissed sands and lost shells. I climb on the window still and sit with my legs in the water. It’s cold, untainted, inviting. The promising sun is a mirror. The mirror of a romanticised view, a cliché. One that never ceases to please.
‘There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all.’
It’s my favourite season so I thought I’d celebrate it with a picture.
Wet rose, corrupted by morning dew
A Narcissus amongst inferior mirrors.
A hermit at the spider’s breast,
sleeping in its porous web
longing for another’s thorns
overgrown, its own will fall
in an uninhabited anthill.
Stolen from its muddy womb,
locked in a glass prison,
sleeping under its translucent arcade
while sisters grow tall in the fields
like cemetery stones that sit with ghosts.
It helps the Beast enchant the Beauty
trashing, the magic eats up its own.
Death is wanted of you,
crumpled petals, ashen thorns,
a phoenix momentum.
kiss, a broken spell.
One of my favourite scenes:
For me, it is a movie that tells so much only through the power of suggestion. In that respect, one of its strongest points is how it tackles social themes: life in a small village – where everyone knows everything – , appearances and what really happens behind the curtains, etc. If the portrayal of society is not really your thing, then Malena is a love and coming of age story that anyone can enjoy. The young Renato Amoroso experiences the awakening of his first feelings of sensuality and love alike, enchanted by the beautiful Malena. Slightly humorous, slightly grim, it’s a wonderful film worth watching even if only for the beautiful locations, good music and the stunning Monica Belluci.
It will leave you asking yourself: is beauty a blessing or a curse?
Go watch it and then tell me what you think.