Cristian Carcu

Love is as fragile as the heart of an angel.
Hate is as fragile as the heart of a child.
Who will ever tell me the difference
Between these two parts of my purple senses?
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There's a story among my humble people.
There's a dream in the walls of my shiny cradle.

That one day I will cry and shout without the 'me'
And I will fly, caught, in the claws of a raven's memory.
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There's a life beyond the reason of my being
There's a night beyond this feeling

That in the morning day, it brings a purple story
Full of empty, endless, human glory
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When I was in love,
My blood was my restless brother.

When I was in love,
My eyes - a galaxy like no other.
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There's a night shift under my pillow,
And the foggy broken clock is ticking.
Green and twisted arrows
Are the remains of my thoughts.
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This morning I felt a broken silence stepped into my dream
This morning I felt my twisted soul longing for another broken scream
A broken day arrived without the usual broken light
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'When the light of love has faded inside the darkness of your mind that died
Under the wind of white whisperers full of dirt and lies
You will come one day alone and crippled towards the skies.
It is then the moment of your life when the great and white Lady
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The day you've died….
The gods made love upon my open heart.
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Si je plonje dans la mer de mon âme,
Je vois les pappilons qui portent les couleurs de tes yeux.
Si j'ouvre les ailles de mes douleurs vres les cieux d'antant
Je sent le vent qui coulait dans notre sang.
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When the glittering sparks
Of all my past(ed) lives
Are winding through the blessing fields
Between my inner eyes
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The stars were making love to my river and the night whispered:

'Flow away...Flow away...and leave your mind and heart behind.
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One day my raven stoped me at this world's gate.
He flew around and whispered in my brain:
"All the roads that you will walk this life,
Will end, eventually, inside your heart.
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"The woman looked at me like a raven"
I told myself when naked
Lying in my nightly haven.
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This night was a night full of wonders.
I was drinking my own blood and life.
When I was dancing on the whispers of the wind
I heard the words of my friend. The white Raven.
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In that glas of wine that we shared one night
your lips have frailly painted - as the breath of life
all the things I've been and forever might.
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Cristina, my love...
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