you can't write about love

a matter of tremendous comprehension
that requires much anticipation
and most of your attention
is more of a dissimulation
that always suffers alteration:

of all the tastes, colors and shapes
one type of love eliminates
all others.

sweet love is polite and shy
much like a big girl who failed as a spy

and bitter love is even worse
it's gloomy and at time morose

but sour love is march in bloom
it's not at all romantic doom
it's when you turn into an optimistic fool
and scream over the rooftops "you're so cool!"
only to find a minute later it's not how you presume.

gulp

she looked at him and tried to say
"hooray!
you're here to stay!"
but much to her future dismay
he only came to stay one day
and then he'd be quick on his way
to ecuador

her words were stuck
hit by a truck
but she laughed and talked for hours
about ghosts and films with maurs
and didnt mention anything
about the feelings that would ring
inside of her

he wasn't stuck at all, he was ablaze,
and gave her such a funny gaze
then left for ecuador.

this boy who took life sip by sip
left on a neverending trip
because this girls' words wouldn't drip.
(she suffered from a rare case of severe sincere censorship)

inima - perspectiva aproape anatomica

scriu la cerere, cum un cobzar canta ce doreste domnul gras cu portmoneul plin. scriu in romana, andreea zice ca e limba mea si scrisul ar fi organic, ca inima. si doar despre asta scriu. dintr-o perspectiva aproape anatomica.


gasesc inima teribil de asemanatoare cu persoane reale, dar orice asemanare este, fireste, coincidentala, dar nu neadevarata. de exemplu, dar o las anonima, inima e ca un lacom. ii intinzi un deget si te ia cu totul, pe sus. sau ca un copil neascultator. ii zici sa stea locului, pare ca intelege. apoi face stanga-mprejur si te trezesti cu ea batand tare tare pentru cine nici nu gandeai, d-apai vroiai.


unii zic ca e bine sa iti asculti inima si au dreptate. e o procedura complicata, implica miscari complexe din partea gatului, dar el ti-e prieten si daca ii promiti ca fumezi mai putin sau nu mai canti sub dus te ajuta. si partea a doua din ascultat e interpretatul: daca bate normal, nu-ti pasa, nu e nimic de ingrijorat, dar daca bate prea tare e semn rau, inseamna ca esti in pericol. ea ti-ar spune ca e bine, dar tu nu trebuie sa o asculti asa. si daca o faci, esti pierdut.


inima e ca stomacul. e goala pe dinauntru, se macina aiurea, e lacoma si fie ca-i dai prea mult sau prea putin, o doare.


inima e o imbecila. o imbecila care te face sa arati prost in lume. as fi preferat sa am doua stomace.