the nuts incident 8

versurile infinitului scurt:
"si ii vorbeam frumos de infinit...
mi-a dat un ceai de tei, m-a linistit."

long story

take a piece of paper and write down who you are, not what you do, but who you are. Time's out!

Let the storm come!

Make it 3 for I can not get angry. It should have been black. It should have been yellow – red for it is September, but it's blue. It should have been gray & dark brown for it was raining, but it is blue. It should have been... but it is not. Too tired to stay awake, too tired to untie the roots – how can i find the morning when my eyes are bleeding behind the waves of leaves? I need a storm beside me & by the way, what color is your water painted?

make it 3...

there will be rain... Make it 3. One for the grass where I’ve played like children do, one for the woods – where I’ve worked & one for the sky, where I’ll be soon. Make it 3.
& the bottle of rum was near the end. The eyes were blurred, the walk was no more straight. Searched for a sign from you all that time… & you, you… or maybe I... I didn’t know how to see. Make it 3 and I’ll be gone…

there will be rain

Whenever i see those clouds i know the rain is on the way, yet they look so fine. Once i saw an octopus on the sky and as I jumped to embrace her I felt the first rain drop on my face. “Don’t cry, sweet octopus, I’ll meet you in the sea!”. & soon the place around has turned into a sea.