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Archive for April, 2008

just because i missed the twist

Posted on 8 April '08 by admin, under visuals. No Comments.

Little green dress

In fiecare an, in preajma sarbatorilor de Paste, sora mea si cu mine facem ordine in haine. Se gasesc mereu haine mici sau pe care nu le mai purtam. Mama pregateste un pachet pe care mai apoi il lasa la biserica:” Poate un copil se bucura de ele, noi avem atatea…

In fine, desi stim ca de acolo nu pleaca niciodata nimic catre biserica, deschidem de fiecare data sertarul cu” lucruri de pastrat”. Troneaza acolo rochia de mireasa a mamei mele, o bonetzica de cand tata avea un an, paturica roz cu care sora mea a adormit in brate pana pe la 7 ani si rochita mea verde. (more…)

Posted on 7 April '08 by admin, under idilice. 1 Comment.

orbire- izbavirea simturilor

Cand ursitoarele au coborat asupra pruncului au cerut parintilor sa-i aleaga harul. Au vrut sa fie frumos, de toti vazut si laudat. Si asa fu. Copilul crescu an de an purtandu-si harul  pe chip si in suflet. Odata cu harul ce iti e dat ti se alege insa si osanda. (more…)

Posted on 1 April '08 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.

Andante. Crescendo ushor.

I lie on my back and wait. Hands upon my chest ,staring at the naked ceiling and imagining how the dots united make up skeletons who dance buy their way around me..I should be fasting. I should be raising a thousand prayer flags into the sky. I should be praying my skin off my knees. Instead I lie and I stare and I wait . I wait for my senseless self to come around and take over or just me and my best friend to reunite in a joyful dance around a headen fire. The headen gods will accept me but I intend to stay around enough to steel their reign and set it on fire. To the beat of the drums I march my army of thoughts towards the fields of glory. Wheels are turning squealing tremendously and the voices inside are rising with every gasp of air. The echo in my helmet, it deafens me, the steam from the stallions back it rises to cover my sight and impale my pupils with the odor of melted iron. Fire. Then ashes cover my shoulders and my cloth. I plunge my hand into the melted metal and raise it against or into the wind. It shall be a sword or a shield. src=”http://www.blogtrotter.ro/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/pray1.jpg” alt=”pray1.jpg” />

Posted on 1 April '08 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.