vineri, 29 aprilie 2011

saudade

Ma asez, cer o cafea cu frisca, chelnerul ma pune sa repet de trei ori comanda si o repeta el insusi pentru a evita riscul oricarei neintelegeri. Apoi se pune in miscare, transmite comanda unui al doilea chelner, care o noteaza pe un carnet si-o transmite unui al treilea. In fine, un al patrulea vine si spune' - Poftiti!', punandu-mi pe masa o calimara 'Dar, spun eu, comandasem o cafea cu frisca' . ' Pai tocmai..' imi raspunde el indepartandu-se.

Jean-Paul Sartre

luni, 11 aprilie 2011

vineri, 8 aprilie 2011

benumb

My mirror does not show anymore two of a kind.
It just tries to convince me every day,
Staring at me blind,
That this strange person is here to stay.
So I take my brush night by night,
And redesign this canvas that plays by heart.
It mocks it and takes a bite,
'Even kids could do finer art!'
'But I like it, it's unusual, it's me',
Hearing broken reddish glass everywhere
And with one more turn on the skeleton key,
The room fills up with a striking smell of despair.
An uneasy thought comes through my mind,
As i sit down on top of my bed:
'How can you put color on something so undefined,
Especially when it feels so dead?'