Respir irespirabile suspensii

coloidale.Praful suveran

provoaca iar halucinatii si reflectii.

Caricaturi si vorbe de can-can.

Navalnice puseuri ma sugruma

Suvoaie curg fara de voia mea

Verdictul iarasi(?) se amana,

Visez doar nopti de catifea.

Repet azi alfabetul inmultirii

Si tabla ABC-ului cu doi.

Sa punem stavilare …Fericirii

Cu trupuri noi de oameni goi!

Ceva de vara

Ceva intr-o zi de vara

A Something in a Summer’s Day
Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer’s day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.

The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer’s name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;

Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred
By tropic hint,—some travelled bird
Imported to the wood;

Or wind’s bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.

Sursa : AICI



Bucati de suflet purpuriu
Desprinse cu-ale vietii bice
Din neinceputul meu crochiu.
Zaresc doar ziduri coscovite,
Reclame tipatoare dor,
Zambesti prin plete ravasite
Apoi dispari.E mai usor.
Revin pe caldaram fierbinte
Caci vantul mi-e prieten bun.
Am fost si azi fara de minte.
Rabdare insa fara de tutun!