Incomplete.

Lipseste.Nu stiu cine e si ce a facut pentru mine,dar atunci cand a plecat, a plecat cu mine.

Cu mine fara mine e greu.

Imi lipseste aroganta lui, atitudinea superioara, zambetul strengar din coltul gurii ,sclipirea din ochi, felul in care ma facea sa ma simt cu o privire.

asa cum alergam inaintea lui cand vedeam ca grabeste pasul, raceala aparenta cu care ma topea, atingerile intense si suferinta.

Mi-a oferit putin, de aceea niciodata nu mi-a fost de ajuns. Acum ca a plecat,vreau totul.

Poate ca totul e prea mult pentru mine.

Si dor de indiferenta se facu,asa cum 2 lacrimi rup tacerea noptii,asa am realizat ce lipsea cu adevarat.

Acrylic portrait.

And somewhere,along the way,she found herself.

disappointment,sadness,rage were mixed with the powerfull colours, and so, a painting was born.She was alive,living trough the drops of acrylic witch bound her fear with her desire to let go.

She felt alive.

I found her laying on the floor.She was so beautiful,but so breathless...

Everytime I turn, I see her eyes starring at me, immortal, begging me to save her soul.

You see ,she is me. As everything I felt at a particular moment in time created another person.With them gone,I'm nothing but empty.She was divine,and at the same time, too short living...

I may have lost them,I may have cried over but I know they don't have to be alive to speak.It's late and my memories are waiting to be delighted with the exquisite pain inside,as they do every single night...

Un nou inceput.

M-a surprins stand langa un felinar si plangand.Trageam insetata dintr-o tigara,asteptandu-i sfarsitul,simtind din ce in ce mai puternic fumul indundandu-mi plamanii.

Nu il asteptam,decat in sufletul meu.Stiam ca e departe,ca nu imi mai apartine,ca nu ar trebui sa ma iluzionez.

Plangeam,pentru tot ce nu am avut,pentru toate visele care nu au devenit realitate,pentru mine,pentru uciderea sperantei care nu facea altceva decat sa imi arda sufletul.

Priveam in gol,amintiri rememoram,mi-a ridicat fata,a tacut si m-a strans in brate.Dupa ani si ani,era la fel cum stiam,cum mi-am imaginat.

Si intr-o noapte de mai, un suflet vechi regasit povestea lumii tacerea lui.