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“Our souls were dancing
to the same sunrise,
Seen from two different sides
of time.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
to the same sunrise,
Seen from two different sides
of time.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“Tears turned into colors before being wept,
An innocent rain in wild growth,
Speaking a language
That you'll understand someday, late.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
An innocent rain in wild growth,
Speaking a language
That you'll understand someday, late.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“someone was singing
and he was alone.
for us, you wrote yourself
in small letters
so we wouldn’t know.
from the bitterness of blood,
from the nights of the eagles,
that music began,
but we couldn’t hear it.
the grapes are calling
their wine,
the stranger. (...)”
― Orbul de la Cină
and he was alone.
for us, you wrote yourself
in small letters
so we wouldn’t know.
from the bitterness of blood,
from the nights of the eagles,
that music began,
but we couldn’t hear it.
the grapes are calling
their wine,
the stranger. (...)”
― Orbul de la Cină
“When I first met you
A thousand songs ago
I didn't know that you were
So many sunrises away.
(from the book "The Void that Reflects Your Beauty")”
―
A thousand songs ago
I didn't know that you were
So many sunrises away.
(from the book "The Void that Reflects Your Beauty")”
―
“I am the void
That reflects your beauty,
Pure like a never-written poem.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
That reflects your beauty,
Pure like a never-written poem.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“My love belongs to the sunrise,
As only sunrise knows
The ephemeral beauty of eternity.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
As only sunrise knows
The ephemeral beauty of eternity.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“I don't know why
time
is dancing now
before us
soft and sandy
like the poets' women.
it wants me in all songs.
maybe you'd take me in for a moment
to your Andalusia
where today
no one has died.”
― Orbul de la Cină
time
is dancing now
before us
soft and sandy
like the poets' women.
it wants me in all songs.
maybe you'd take me in for a moment
to your Andalusia
where today
no one has died.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“I was praying that no one
Would understand my words,
For I had lain beside your name
and loved you.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
Would understand my words,
For I had lain beside your name
and loved you.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“I wanted to lay
on the empty shore of our season
and cover my hair
with the grey sand of memories.
But I began to slowly slip away,
as the summer turned
into autumn.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
on the empty shore of our season
and cover my hair
with the grey sand of memories.
But I began to slowly slip away,
as the summer turned
into autumn.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“C10 (or the king's carolers – from student times)
on the side stairway, we gather in the evening, many
the cold cement steps welcome us
as if we were the king's carolers
we have mulled wine and dry snacks
the orange guitar stretches and warps in the candlelight
we take another drag from the cigarette, nibble on sticks and salty biscuits
happiness pricks our veins with Burmese nails
One floor below, behind the door 'Mr. Blues - Don't Disturb'
the tasty rot of jazz caresses our toes
We sin in thought, our minds dangling from the railing
later, the Serbs come to sing with us
Golden-haired like gods from a bombed country
we scratch the wall with our nails, don’t know what to say
they bring us wafers with fruits and chocolate
wrapped in green foil
the second evening we gather again on the side stairway
with the same mulled wine and dry snacks
and the same us
the old rockers hanging heavy on the guitar’s body
at the midnight office.”
― Orbul de la Cină
on the side stairway, we gather in the evening, many
the cold cement steps welcome us
as if we were the king's carolers
we have mulled wine and dry snacks
the orange guitar stretches and warps in the candlelight
we take another drag from the cigarette, nibble on sticks and salty biscuits
happiness pricks our veins with Burmese nails
One floor below, behind the door 'Mr. Blues - Don't Disturb'
the tasty rot of jazz caresses our toes
We sin in thought, our minds dangling from the railing
later, the Serbs come to sing with us
Golden-haired like gods from a bombed country
we scratch the wall with our nails, don’t know what to say
they bring us wafers with fruits and chocolate
wrapped in green foil
the second evening we gather again on the side stairway
with the same mulled wine and dry snacks
and the same us
the old rockers hanging heavy on the guitar’s body
at the midnight office.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“You were beautiful
when you tried to paint
what you didn’t know was torn
from an older painting.
No one understood
your eyes were never meant
to be unveiled—
for no one has known you
since the beginning of the world.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
when you tried to paint
what you didn’t know was torn
from an older painting.
No one understood
your eyes were never meant
to be unveiled—
for no one has known you
since the beginning of the world.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“There I were,
Talking to you
in the language of sunsets.
I wanted to hold
that luminous wind in my hair,
to burst across the horizons and glow.
There you were,
like a minute flowing out of an hour,
In the big air,
Separating me from myself.”
―
Talking to you
in the language of sunsets.
I wanted to hold
that luminous wind in my hair,
to burst across the horizons and glow.
There you were,
like a minute flowing out of an hour,
In the big air,
Separating me from myself.”
―
“Don't strive to understand
When there is no meaning.
Leave yourself
Happy and blind
In the unborn light...
Some day, when silence is complete
We'll be hiding in the eye of time
Behind the memory,
Then we start all over.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
When there is no meaning.
Leave yourself
Happy and blind
In the unborn light...
Some day, when silence is complete
We'll be hiding in the eye of time
Behind the memory,
Then we start all over.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“nu știu de ce
timpul
se plimbă azi
prin fața noastră
blând și nisipos
ca femeile poeților.
în toate cântecele mă vrea.
poate tu mă vrei primi o clipă
în Andaluzia ta
în care astăzi
n-a murit nimeni.”
― Orbul de la Cină
timpul
se plimbă azi
prin fața noastră
blând și nisipos
ca femeile poeților.
în toate cântecele mă vrea.
poate tu mă vrei primi o clipă
în Andaluzia ta
în care astăzi
n-a murit nimeni.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“I fell for you
at the time when
the leaves were hiding their souls
deep within the earth.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
at the time when
the leaves were hiding their souls
deep within the earth.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“There is so much love in a sunset,
Descending from this world
In quiet worship.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
Descending from this world
In quiet worship.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“Slowly, you have flown away from me
Without even knowing
that I was your last love
The one you didn't get to cover
with emptiness.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
Without even knowing
that I was your last love
The one you didn't get to cover
with emptiness.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“From the house I built for you
In my heart
A few dreams ago
Only one shattered window remains
In which the sun mirrors itself
Every morning,
While the shards break its light
Into small pieces.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
In my heart
A few dreams ago
Only one shattered window remains
In which the sun mirrors itself
Every morning,
While the shards break its light
Into small pieces.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“There I was,
Talking to you
in the language of sunsets.
I wanted to hold
that luminous wind in my hair,
to burst across the horizons and glow.
There you were,
like a minute flowing out of an hour,
In the big air,
Separating me from myself.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
Talking to you
in the language of sunsets.
I wanted to hold
that luminous wind in my hair,
to burst across the horizons and glow.
There you were,
like a minute flowing out of an hour,
In the big air,
Separating me from myself.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“The night slowly opens before us,
and we step inside,
while all around us turns to distance.
A new world will soon be born
from the fading traces of our tears.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
and we step inside,
while all around us turns to distance.
A new world will soon be born
from the fading traces of our tears.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“I watched you from behind my solitude,
It was like watching an icon
painted in the most beautiful moment
of my life.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
It was like watching an icon
painted in the most beautiful moment
of my life.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“cu noi timpul tace lung
ca un câine mort
după luna desenată
de un copil cuminte
pe asfalt.”
― Orbul de la Cină
ca un câine mort
după luna desenată
de un copil cuminte
pe asfalt.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“This is the voice that sings
Where no one else can sing.
It will end too,
Yet its force you will carry forward
In your being, from dream to dream,
Into the flowering void.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
Where no one else can sing.
It will end too,
Yet its force you will carry forward
In your being, from dream to dream,
Into the flowering void.”
― The Void That Reflects Your Beauty
“wait for me in a song!
if you’ve come to dinner,
release your dogs,
pour the wine into the sky,
for all the longing ghosts
of the grapes (...)”
― Orbul de la Cină
if you’ve come to dinner,
release your dogs,
pour the wine into the sky,
for all the longing ghosts
of the grapes (...)”
― Orbul de la Cină
“cu îmbătrânirea ta
mă aduni
și mă lași să curg
în mai târziul cuvintelor
ca într-o baladă cu haiduci
se va vorbi în altă limbă
totuși omul-abia-om
pe care va trebui să-l plimb
printre culori să vadă,
pe el nu-l voi dărui
niciodată.”
― Orbul de la Cină
mă aduni
și mă lași să curg
în mai târziul cuvintelor
ca într-o baladă cu haiduci
se va vorbi în altă limbă
totuși omul-abia-om
pe care va trebui să-l plimb
printre culori să vadă,
pe el nu-l voi dărui
niciodată.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“C10 (sau colindătorii regelui - din studentie)
pe scara laterală seara ne adunăm mulți
treptele reci de ciment ne primesc
ca pe colindătorii regelui
avem vin fiert și uscături
chitara portocalie se deformează lungă la lumânări
mai tragem din țigară, ronțăim sticks-uri și biscuiți sărați
fericirea gâdilă arterele cu unghii birmaneze
un etaj mai jos, la ușa "Mr. Blues- Don't Disturb"
putregaiul gustos al jazzului mângâie degetele de la picioare
păcătuim cu gândul atârnat de balustradă
mai târziu sârbii vin să cânte cu noi
blonzi ca zeii de țară bombardată
zgâriem varul cu unghiile, nu știm ce să le spunem
ne-aduc napolitane cu fructe și ciocolată în staniol verde
a doua seară iar ne adunăm pe scara laterală
cu vin fiert și uscături
tot noi...
bătrânii rockeri grei în coada chitării
la miezonoptică.”
― Orbul de la Cină
pe scara laterală seara ne adunăm mulți
treptele reci de ciment ne primesc
ca pe colindătorii regelui
avem vin fiert și uscături
chitara portocalie se deformează lungă la lumânări
mai tragem din țigară, ronțăim sticks-uri și biscuiți sărați
fericirea gâdilă arterele cu unghii birmaneze
un etaj mai jos, la ușa "Mr. Blues- Don't Disturb"
putregaiul gustos al jazzului mângâie degetele de la picioare
păcătuim cu gândul atârnat de balustradă
mai târziu sârbii vin să cânte cu noi
blonzi ca zeii de țară bombardată
zgâriem varul cu unghiile, nu știm ce să le spunem
ne-aduc napolitane cu fructe și ciocolată în staniol verde
a doua seară iar ne adunăm pe scara laterală
cu vin fiert și uscături
tot noi...
bătrânii rockeri grei în coada chitării
la miezonoptică.”
― Orbul de la Cină
“Have you ever heard
A cold sun weeping
On the edge of
an uncreated universe…?”
―
A cold sun weeping
On the edge of
an uncreated universe…?”
―
