in_stanţe_burgheze

i just have two or three thoughts as in.. -- how strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude ~ed -- gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love ~ae -- you can plant a dream ~ac and i miss you as well and i don't know what to wish for

is not about gifts is all about.. g i f t s i thought my dreams were reasonable but they are anything but that.. i suppose i sleepwalking or lost some in translation of the ideas and paths.. the things i can think being true is seems to be rather wrong all along the way and changeing lanes is near to imposible task without you and your heartbeat to beat in my chest.. wakeing up without you make me lose the beauty of a morning dew and the mist around your forehead.. and the kiss.. the big french kiss i wonder if stoleing the christmas is still a valid idea.. i think it is not, to much red or green make the whole world.. well.. spin and be thankfull for some-thing/time/where near the chimney.. so i suppose my whole idea of this kind of season strings is not red or green, is not crowdy or tight and definetely it is not in so many words.. it is in your arms.. with a flute made of lips and fingers.. under the siege of a closeing space and for all the remaining time.. is not about ...

cred ca noaptea nu este pentru timp este o panza alba intr-o cromatica stramba si mai cred ca sarutul nu este al noptii si nici al intinderilor cu stele.. sau poate ca nici al diminetii, insa asta ar fi esential gresit in orice univers.. si macar unul dintre imposibile lumi trebuie sa trezeasca dimineti.. macar pentru o dimineata.. intreaga. nu cred nici in eternitatea clipei si nici in clipa eternitatii.. sunt o panza pe o respiratie a unui anotimp rar si ma rog uneori cand tu esti departe sa aud pasii tai si sa simt cand aud. nu stiu.. sa aduc aripilor intamplarea cantecului cu nectar de flori in trei masuri de vin vechi si de marginile lumii nu stiu.. imbratisarea este singura muza, singurul loc, singurul timp ce cauta o amintire maine.. inutilitatea umbrei, da, este singura poveste pe care o pot spune tie.. o pot pune in ingredientele, cateva, ale visului unei intamplari.. tu sa adun toate cuvintele... as putea.. bratele.. sarutul.. ai putea.. fara umbra..