common sense

my best friend told me once to put my feet on the ground. my favorite writer told me the same. and my people told me the same. the common sens. now, who am i to fight you all? who am i but a shadow, to tell you i do not believe you? still, with all the proof you are giving me, i can't stop not to walk on concrete. it is good when i have the chance to step on earth, but on concrete? the cruel, earth killing concrete? i just can't. it is melting the self, it is choking the ants, it is making everything grey. grey does not exist. it is just what we choose as a compromise. grey is not the wind, not the air, not the forest. it is not the happiness that doesn't need an explanation and does not need the barrier. the human form. the boundaries. the ugly reality. why would i live there? i am nothing but a slow whisper, nothing more than wind making the leafs sing. of course, if you ask about the song of the leafs... ill tell you. it is not the leafs singing, it is the humid smell of the land, it is the steps of the wolf and it is the human crying. that is just because it is us hearing it. ask a leaf, if you don't believe me... it will tell you. we are all the same, the big chorus. taking from you what you do not know you are giving.

acolo

garduri, tarcuri, negru, taios sub pamant, departe, intr-o galerie ganduri insiruite si scapate rostogolite ca margelele si ratacite intre crapaturi departe, jos , unde arde pamantul unde aerul e mort si rau si nu il plange nimeni acolo. doar acolo e pace. in miezul pamantului. ganduri nebune, bolnave , indesate in cutii de oamenii cei indoiti liniste.. liniste fara ganduri doar acolo.

there

all confusions in my being is what I am. a delusion. I crossed the river, the plains, the hill. I am walking up the mountains. and i do not feel the air slightly, I just feel it. I do not care about your opinion. you are not entitled to one. it was an adventure to get here. I'm here, and even if it were for me to fall into the valley, I know the way back. and however I would like to explain myself, you will not understand. you can not read the map, even if I come to your room to stick the map on the wall. you, with your clever mind and your tricks. do not stay here. down in the valley with you. step on what you want, because if you walk on clouds for sure you will subside. I do not hate you, I just pity you. all of you.

primavara?

orice ai face, faci bine. sunt o furnica, vad viata simplu. viata e simpla, nu e un ghem de spini , radacini si vant. viata e o livada de piersici de la medeleni. orice, oricine , ..., viata e tot livada... si gastele, si mingile olgutei... si rasul olgutei, si sfiiciunea monicai. si complicatiunile danutului cel simplu cu suflet mare si tremurator. nimic in plus... nu m-as putea transforma intr-o floare in livada? sa nu-mi para rau ca vine iarna,...