seeing you through

At the frontier of the skin

No dogs patrol

At the frontier of the skin

Where I end and you begin

And lose my soul

Salman Rushdie

...I try to look beneath your skin
I lift it up to see within
I try to think that every wrinkle
Was dug by something that made you tinkle
That made you shiver from inside

It's like you use your skin to cover up and hide
from me...

Face to face is never close enough
And discovering what you're made of is tough
Tougher and tougher day by day
With every blink you give away
A thought inside you is locked up tighter
I wish I was made up more ...
like a fighter
To drill until I reach the essence
that which we dance around is the quitessence
Till then I reconcile with just the simple view of you
And every wrinkle that makes me tinkle
And every layer of skin
That hides you from within!

lost before I'm found

Tangling loose on the edge of reason
Madness unfolds before me as exciting
I can conceive it
I can almost reach out and let it save me

I am near yet far from the notion of insanity

I can navigate away from reason but I can always find my way back
that is not a fair trade Or a fair way to be
Stuck in between two worlds
Coming together more and more into the notion of normality

I need to find of new state of transcendence
Madness is overrated
And everyone can reach it now days

I need to loose myself so that someone else can find me
And present me in a totally new perspective
But what if that someone reaches the same boring conclusions as me
As I did
How can I reach that different, more exotic shore of me?
Have to keep on sailing...

Now ... if I could only remember where I left that compass ...

O entitate aparte

Ravasita...printre mormane de idei abandonate
Printre ziduri din hartii mototolite
Printre pareri de rau...dar niciodata regrete
Am decis sa ma pieptan.

Zdruncinata...de un drum cu mult prea multe gropi
Printre miracole pe care le ocolesc cu atentie
Si oportunitati pe care le ratez cu gratie
Am decis sa ma recompun

Ma machiez...in fata unei oglinzi care,
Cu fiecare atingere usoara a prafului de fard,
Nu ma mai poate recunoste...
Ma aranjez in fata usilor unui sifonier deschis
Cu haine in nuante de gri si negru
Care, deodata, a devenit incapator

Ma uit pe geam
dar privesc inauntru

te caut...dar ma regasesc

te-am gasit...dar m-am pierdut incet
intr-o descriere de brand

filozofic, puternic, emotional ...abstract
Marca EU, cu un mesaj complicat pe care inca incerc sa-l descifrez
cu o pozitionare autentica pe care inca incerc s-o localizez cu o busola;
o stea pe care singura am botezat-o, dar al carei nume il tin secret...si fata de mine
O entitate aparte

NB: Reclama TV nu este inclusa in pret

I have eternity...sleeping next to me

If you asked me one year ago...
I thought "from here to eternity" was a long way to go
And I'd never thought I'd get there
That place where I would finally feel at ease with myself and all my faulty components
That place where it wouldn't really matter if I died one day
Because I lived enough to know it was going to happen some day
And all would still be...OK

If you ask me today
I would say I touch eternity every time I'm close to you
And I get lost in every single part of you
That eternity is not a place, but a person
And it's not a looong period of time, but a moment in time
because I lived long enough to know you
And I know everything is ok

If you ask me tomorrow
It doesn't matter

Mindscape

Today I woke up with an yearning
To reconcile my black with my white side
So I dressed up like a mime

I didn't like the birds singing
Their monotonous song.
Today I carried the music inside

I loved the sun shining in my eyes
And so I opened my soul wide
'Cose if no one else can,
The sun will surely find my brite side

I felt the need to clean the floors.
Just let too much dirt in
through all my open doors.

Got my mop
And started to clean,
But my mind was elsewhere

And my thoughts were interrupted by a sunbeam!
It broke through the ceiling and entered my room
And eversince I saw it...
my minimalistic world's in bloom



I have been blessed with sanity and yet I deny it
On a daily basis
Like yoghurt or apples or anything else that's good for me


Like birds singing
Like my black and my white side...

...and like that tear I keep at the corner of my eye
Thinking someday, someway the world might suffer from draught
And my last tear would be their saving thought!