A Waltz For Zizi

Bronze Star - 2,606 Points (7 march 1988)

A Waltz For Zizi Poems

241. For Her, Again 4/19/2014
242. Daca Ti-As Scrie Din Nou 4/24/2014
243. In Locul Cu Stele, O Muza Fara Nume 2/19/2013
244. Broken Dream, Why Do You Say You Are Mine? 2/20/2013
245. A Poem With Insanity 5/6/2014
246. What God Wants 5/6/2014
247. The Best Way To Make Love 5/7/2014
248. Unreasonable 5/8/2014
249. A Poem That Should Have Been Something Else 5/9/2014
250. *a Poem That Should Have Been Something Else (1.01) 5/10/2014
251. A Girl 4/27/2014
252. From Now On 5/2/2014
253. *departing November (1.01) 5/12/2014
254. *pavlov's Dog 5/15/2014
255. A Complaint Of My Own 5/16/2014
256. *diary Man 5/19/2014
257. A Headache That Comes With Love #3 5/21/2014
258. One (Disappear) 6/14/2014
259. Two 6/16/2014
260. *i Have So Many Stories To Tell You (2.00) 7/5/2014
261. The End 7/16/2014
262. Drop Of Ink #1 7/25/2014
263. Into Your Soul 7/25/2014
264. Made You Up 7/27/2014
265. Pendulum 10/8/2014
266. I Call Her, Helen Of My Castle 10/10/2014
267. Note To You 11/10/2014
268. This Simple World 11/13/2014
269. This Simple World 2.0 11/14/2014
270. I Care Not 11/14/2014
271. I Care Not 2.0 11/16/2014
272. Moths And Butterflies Or I Care Not 3.0 11/19/2014
273. Nights 11/19/2014
274. Why Here 11/25/2014
275. That City 11/25/2014
276. My Day 11/25/2014
277. More 11/25/2014
278. (of Her) 11/29/2014
279. What Do You Think? 11/30/2014
280. This Letter 12/1/2014
Best Poem of A Waltz For Zizi

I Have So Many Stories To Tell You

Always looking back at you
from the other side of the street,
I never really forgot
how to love you.

Running after the same things,
I write to you on the bark of the trees
that bloom in the spring
in front of your house.

In the park, after you leave,
I sit alone on the bench you have rested
and mark the spot
with an X.

I take pictures of your footprints
and put them in frames on the walls of my room.
I walk behind you and inhale
the air that touches your lips.

I carry sandwiches with me, that I eat
at the same time with you,...

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These Angels

Angels feed on her blood
and they grow white wings.
They drink some more
and they grow another set of wings.
They never get enough.
They never smile.
They never leave.
No one belives
that angels
feed on her blood,
no one but me.

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