Rodul

Te-ai ascuns, cât mai adânc, irefutabil,

în mintea-mi și-n sufletu-mi tulburat,

fiind cu sentimentele contrarii, implacabil,

lăsându-mă-n al meu utopic contemplat..

 

Rocambolescul rod al imaginației,

cu tine în ea, îmi dă o stare de bine,

fiind un zâmbăreț pansiv,

electrocutându-mi astfel potecile circumvoluției.

 

Vreau să te scot din a mea ființă,

dar este un efort salahoric și zadarnic,

fiindcă ai pătruns puternic,

și fără străduință..

 

We are what we love.

Planning my escape from this vicious circle, whilst I try to understand how should I act against the enemies.
One is not necessarily emprisoned by feelings, but by not having them. And so, he’s in a state of utterly confusion and embarrassment. One is truly happy, because being detached of everything and everyone means happiness. But by the time he will sort that out, he will search for answers to questions that do not exist and places that are not there. By not having feelings of love for others, but just for yourself, you only are using others. Being conscious that others have strong feelings for you , only empowers you with ignorance; this power gives you everything you need in order to achieve your desires.
One can feel sorry for what it is, for thinking that he is unusual, mean etc and he can create himself a feel of pain that shouldn’t be there; pain that drags a person into the void of not understanding himself, nor the life itself. The pain has its role: to let you know that something you do, or you have done, it’s wrong. The people you hurt, talk, the places that you stick with, your desire for money, lust and so on. Everything is a sign for all of us. Pain isn’t real. Is the energy that is threatened, attacked; it feels like that because our meaning, our path is different; it’s a road that leads only to self-destruction, instead of following the path to self-growth. We are born to thrive, like a flower does, like a butterfly does. We, instead, are creating malice in this world, because we are not using our energy. We eat others energy, because one does not know how to protect itself from that, by being sleepy drowned in waters of forgetting the truth.

When you think you love someone, you only love yourself. That is because we recognize ourselves in certain people, in their actions, in their appearance. That’s why is said that we are what we love. Because what we love is us and we are love.

Thank you ?

Lost in the smoke, lost in the illusion

of your warmth, of your touch.

 

Parasites in my head, in my life, even in your bitter life.

They’re runnin’, they’re feedin’ w/ our filthy blood,

makin’ us to escape from our lost world,

eventhough they’re are also killin’ us..

 

After many failed tries,

finnaly, my sorrow dies.

 

Everything felt like emptiness

till I found you.

Green, misterious eyes,

that don’t seek lies.

I’m smiling eventhough they’re

giving me bad news,

‘couse I feel that this time

I won’t lose.

 

Weird sounds that usually creeped me out,

now they’re thrilling me, without a doubt !

 

Now’s no trace of the wild tempest,

and my soul’s kinda free to rest.

It may be weird that in a very short time

you brought me light.

 

But even my kiss had a taste of dirty lime,

feeling like the hell’s twilight.

 

I am new,

I am free to love you.

Vreau doar să fumez o ţigară

Fumez o ţigară.

Vreau doar să fumez o ţigară.

Şi-ncă una, şi-ncă una..

Toată lumea mă bate la cap,

mă stresează cu-ale ei prostii,

superficiale şi banale.

Să ştii !

Mă-nchid în capul meu,

pansiv căzând în uitare, în detaşare.

Mai am puţin ş-adorm, dar ei continuă să pălăvrăgească.

Eu vreau doar sa fumez liniştit,

o ţigară.

Mă bat la cap-ncontinuu,

nu-nţeleg ce-i aşa ambiguu ?

Mai trag un fum, vi-l suflu-n faţă,

poate v-otrăviţi.

Sunteţi nişte bandiţi.

Bă, iubiţi şi lăsaţi-mă să mai fumez o ţigarăă,

ascultaţi..eu ştiu, Luna amară.

Ştiu că-s într-o doară,

dar acum fumul se-nalţă şi coboară.

Nici cafeaua n-o pot bea, pentru că se răceşte,

la fel ca gura voastră.

Pachetul nou început acum e pe sfârşite,

la fel ca şi sufletele voastre adormite.

Înc-o ţigară ş-am să-mi scot căştile de impasibilitate din urechi,

că poa’ merită efortul de-a vă asculta.

Subiecte vechi, obositoare..

Gura nu vă doare ?

Vreau doar să fumez o ţigară.

Şi-ncă una, şi-ncă una..

Cicăleli, ţipete, strigăte mute,

priviri pierdute.

Hai, valea, du-te !

Pachetul e gol,

dar mai am puţintel alcool.

Dar vreau doar să fumez o ţigară.