Memento

Incerc,dar nu ma blama.Mi-ai spus ca-mi vei retine exact miscarile buzelor si dinamicitatea aproape inexistenta a respiratiilor .
Nu vreau sa devin vreo profesoara nevrotica care sa tina pe o hartie mototolita cu rosu lucruri care ar trebui repetate , taiate or sterse cu radiera.Din toate astea , pe mine doar foaia alba si plana ma multumeste.
Stiu ca nu voi razbi , nici nu-mi permit.Si increde-te in lucrul asta.
Dar promisiunea e promisiune si hranirea cu o imagine 3D a unui varf de pensula e lenta,ca cea a unui melc; desigur,e o perspectiva putin iesita din tipare,cu exceptia unuia singur.
Nu stiu daca vreun val al Mayei ar putea disipa cresterea brusca a pulsului intiparita pe vinilul asta , acelasi dintotdeauna.Cred ca asta incerc de fapt sa iti explic.
Nu meriti asta , ti-o spun ca unei frunze plapande , aproape scheletica . Dar cand ceri si primesti ,nu e obligatoriu ca cea mai din urma consecinta sa echivaleaze asteptarile,pentru ca cineva va fi mereu pasionat de scaderi , obsedat de semne orizontale matematice imprimate in carne.
Plusul si-a pierdut perpendiculara cu luni in urma.Deci nu astepta adunari,caci nu ne reintalnim dupa 6 vieti anterioare.

Memento , caci doar un fir de par mi-a atanat gravitatia de pleoape si inima.

Epiphany

Todd: Out I say out!!

Lovett: All this running and shouting about what's happened?

Todd: No I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand.
I had swear I had him!
His throat was there and now he'll never come again.

Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush
I keep telling you -

Todd: When? Why do I wait?
You told me to wait -
Now he'll never come again.
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
But not for long...

They all deserve to die.
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why.
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one they put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.

Now we all deserve to die
Even you Mrs. Lovett...even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die.

And I'll never see Joanna
No I'll never hold my girl to me - finished!
(shouted) Alright! You sir, you sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend Sweeney.
You sir, you sir? Welcome to the grave.

I will have vengenance.
I will have salvation.
(shouted) Who sir, you sir?
No one in the chair, come on! Come on!
Sweeney's waiting. I want you bleeders.
You sir - anybody.
Gentlemen don't be shy!

Not one man, no, no ten men.
Not a hundred can assuage me -
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on dishonorable throats.
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again.

But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!


-Il ador

Flirt umed

Ochii li se dilatau pe masura ce fasia de carne fumeganda i se desprindea de coapsa neatinsa vreodata.
-Tarfa imputita!De ce te jupoi singura?Ti-e foame?
Nimeni nu mai stia cine vorbea ori cine strangea orgasmic intre degete ingusta patura de-un rosu putred.
-Cadavrele pot vomita?Intreba Conway pe tutorele fetei.
"Imi vine sa ii manjesc cu sange lunar pe frumoasele lor maini in timp ce imi pipaie pulpele si sa torn acid pe buzele lor slinoase cu care ma saruta ceva mai mult decat patern pe frunte.De-as.."
-Sefu',esti sgur ca tipa asta e moarta?
-Idiotule,tu ai fost cel care a disecat-o ,gemand , si i-ai taiat vena cu vena cu unghiera bunicatii.Te auzi?
-E a maicamii,sefu'.
"Ma fascineaza talpile ei.Degetele-i seamana a semne de interogatie.
Cine?Eu?Sigur ca eu ,iubitelor... -si arunca o privire dragastos de imoasa degetelor reci - vreti sa va sarut?Sigur!"
"De ce naiba imi suge degetul mare de la picior?Ce....Ce?Vrei sa faci dragoste cu un mort?Huh?Simti placere cand imi presezi retina cu unghia si iti tii organul in maini?"
-Sefu',sefu'..
-Ce vrei Conway?
-Tipa s-a umezit rau de tot...
-Esti tampit?De ce-mi spui ceva ce stiu deja?E plina de saliva mea.
Si limba-i vizita coltul gurii in speranta gustarii si a ultimii picaturi nemiscate.
-Sefuuu'!!
Siroiul dintre coapsele vinete aburea stratul fin de piele , neprofanat.
Chipul celui ce iubea tot cimitirul si care mai ales isi iubea propria cruce schita o grimasa ce aducea a dezgustul afisat de oricine i-ar fi sesizat persoana,oricand.
"DAAAA,ratatule!Se numeste URINA!"sopti lasciv putrefactia numita "tipa" dintre perne.

Nu maine

Nu maine,pareai a fi chiar tu.
Esti.
Memoria-mi constant eratica iti lipeste reflexia lucioasa , si caustica inca , de o filosofie decedata spitaliceste la un moment incert.
Poate ca acest epilog e prea viabil pentru mine si poate ca sunt prea ubicua ,ca toate colturile mele mentale sa fie rescrise.Unele fraze ar fi prea fecunde oricum , irupte din ere de plictiseala si automat din realitati fumate de paritati.

Tu ce crezi?
Ma mai vezi?

Our soundtrack's wasted on a couple of drinks

Do you remember the way you loved to get high but how, in most of the days, i wasn't tall enough?
Still you had some sort of a thing to lengthen me without asking. Call it a medicine's allure ,a dream's spongy peel, the sweet taste of a pill and nevertheless the brutal & saturated humidity (or maybe the innocence) of a tear.
Do you recall the others dramas while ours would remain traumatic,unspecific,but lovable .No map would direct your eyes ,or sorrow , or your syrupy fakeness across my body yet unpatched , but definitely bruised and calling for more.
Did you ever see yourself mirrored in my lids , with your imbibed dark circles and skinny smiles?'Cause I could have shot a picture of you with my pupils dead an burried.
You did provided me perpetually with runaways provoked by your overworn lips and scattered impulses all over my cerebral being.That was my greedy need.
Do you ever retrieve the moment of wiping heavy rain off a spirit rather than off a stand-by modded piece of flesh?The fingerprints are still there,you know..
You would confess yourself in an undersized moment as being concluded long ago.But if you ask me ,or even if you don't ,you seemed as being started for forever now .And if forever means never to you , well ,then i'd say that your 'never' is everlastingly ,boy.
Is your forever-never and a day cured now?
Darling,your mantra's doused in the flatline of your 'magic potion'.
Does it still work for you?
Never did I flood your empty spaces nor introduced myself as who i was to a somebody that might've never been.

Chargés

M-ai scos in ultima mea zi din punga lasata la marginea pamantului imbibat de alcool .
Iesita din propria negare invatasem sa alerg cu sunetele-mi vobulate stagnand in fata a patru roti ; ma initiasem in belartele obrajilor rosii si ale chipurilor aplecate spre pamant ; studiasem efecte egale si de sens contrar , castigand prelungiri , si respiratii cumparate cu bilete.Adevarate.
Stiu ce inseamna atasamentul cu privire la fiinte singulare,solitar expectorand pe cord persoane a-1-a plural.
Te stiu,intreg suicidal.Aprinderea ta zilnica si stingerea ta vadita ma plutea.
Unu pe unu.
Imi imbratisez moralul viciat de ceva ce poate simt si imi presez fizicul.Nu m-ai corupt.
Mi se stricase mana.

Si stii?E uimitor cum o zi iti poate schimba cuvintele.
Te stiu.
Si stii?Camasa alba din seara asta imi arata cum oamenii sunt facuti sa mearga drept.Sa calce pas cu pas , siret cu siret , fara sa se uite in jos.Ci doar la cei din fata.
Te stiu.
Si stii?E oarecum amuzant ca o copila sa fi simtit ceva perpetuu pentru cineva care nici nu consta in ulei de in , ci probabil se auto caracteriza ca fiind un fel de propanonă.
Si stii?
Nu stiu- daca subconstientul meu pretinde ca te cunoaste , sau chiar mi-ai atins buzele usor in speranta ca vei indeparta vreo picatura de ploaie.Nu sunt la fel de sigura ca a fost doar un reflex.
Poate ca am realizat ca torentul inocent din ochii tai era cauzat doar de niste pete de ochelari.Lentile?Astept un final hemoptic pentru a sti sigur.
Cum iti voi raspunde?Cum imi voi raspunde?
Sunt debutanta si inmoi gene inutil.Urasc cuvantul ala , si imi urasc replica.
Ma evit adesea.

Cu siguranta nu.

And you dropped the note and we changed key
you changed yourself and i changed me
i really didn't see us singing through this
then you screamed the bridge
and i cried the verse
and our chorus came out unrehearsed
and you smiled the whole way through it
i guess maybe that's what's worse.

(versuri ale unei melodii)