Poems

I’m a particularly dangerous criminal.
I steal time.
Whenever I can,
I steal a little more.
I can’t help it.

I swing between heaven and earth,
on the finest line
between lucidity and dreaming.

I would like you to be immortal.
If I knew you could rise back from the dead
I would shoot you without blinking,
Every time you kill my soul.

I trim my wings regularly,
So I won’t fly again.
Flying is dangerous

I drifted years within myself
in the dark
in silence
in pity
I gathered the bones and put them back together, slowly, afraid

The pine-forests still hurt
I look up through their tops
And I sink back
Into the day you stop wanting me.
With all the sordid details.

I’m a migrant cell.
By mistake or stubbornness, I don’t know, I dislocated.
I also suffered from amnesia
I forgot where I came from
I had no idea where to go.
I didn’t belong anywhere.
I belonged to the Infinite.

I’m getting some fantastic starts
Ready, Set, Go!
Bang!
I’m reading Ușeriu
He inspires me
I inspire
I’ve never had endurance
I’m not allowed to finish long races.
Not even to sign up for them