Maria Mitea

it is a shadow

of the tree
dark lighting
...

as I go up and down the stairs,
the rain stopped abruptly as if struck by lightning,
the breath of spring deflowers my lungs,
I see two eyes bathing in the outpouring of sounds,
...

I want to live in a world,
where I can smile,
I want to live in a world,
where I can cry,
...

like a wind that burns your chest
we did it again
we did it the same
again
...

in an even more distant land
where love is a devil eating chains
at a big banquet
hope, a hungry wolf admiring him with lust,
...

in the middle of the night, when you can't stand the light of the cross,
let the groan of your body caress the dreams of the water,
with the tears of your fruit, flood the earth when
your bleached lips untie the prayer of the mind,
...

i will not blind you,
and I will not strike you with my brightness,
if you want to find me
you will always find me in the same place, on its axis
...

I received a ticket to the land of never happened,
not knowing how to find its non-end
I flew until landed on an eyelid,
- you were standing still,
...

now

if we don't love now
fall on our knees, now
...

is the only woman who opens our eyes
so we can see life
under the furrow
gently
...

I feel your shivers nestling inside me,
I feel the trace of your embrace, I want to cry
In the midst of old dreams, I wonder
And I don't wonder, I run, and I don't run,
...

it is the smallest thing on earth

smaller than an ant or a louse,
smaller than a fungus,
...

I

Once upon a time, on a Monday morning sun,
There was a blue wind in the west Rootabaga Country,
...

the dawn did not rise over the village,
- the dawn promised to wait for us,
and the garden,
beautiful garden
...

I was wondering today if something is wrong with me
if I'm normal
healthy
...

I am not a drinker,
but
today I am drunk with pain
hurt,
...

fatigue is worse than death,

death doesn't want anything from you, on the contrary,
forgives you
...

the body of the world dies slowly under the blue sky,
- ants are also in competition with death,
they recycle their urine in plastic bags,
sunflower seeds chew their own shell,
...

I want your eyes,
I want them,
If I can't have your eyes,
Will, I ever have your ears,
...

your words sway in me
as in a hammock between two trees
embracing their roots
far away from the eyes of the world,
...