everything become stupid,
the black pen over the white page ,
you and me,
like warm vodka for an alcoholic .
anger and calm, both ,
 i can feel nothing more.

skies slowly escape the dark
cold air flows ,
like an autumn river
touching the flesh,
and clothes are no need.
these autumn mornings ,
drunk of cold and silence,
the feel of an autumn morning..
weak body crawls,
enforcing to die, on a bed.
confuzed mind can't conquer .
the 7'th hour of the falling leaves ,
i have to die.

prezenta femeilor des te face nebun, absenta lor intotdeauna .

letter one.
an empty house.
the floor is cold,
only me ,and the walls.
i'm 18,just like 17,but older.
everything changes,but is does not.
hours or years?

an empty bed,
noone's soul lies down.
thoughts blindly walk around.
stupid words should be written here.
running to the end, what will you say?
what will i say?

shadows and sounds.
no wine ,no beer, less smoke.
everything changes,
life to death,
your smiles to sadness ,
kisses to distance,
love to words.

a child ,with your eyes,and your voice,
asked if you're going to come.
i never found the answer .

i'll spend the night this way,
like many others, but different.
turn the fucking light off.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrMwgTc69y4

mai am 6zile , de certuri , bautura , plimbare in nopti friguroase.cred ca e o deprindere, o succesiune dintre fiecare tigara stinsa, dintre fiecare sticla sau pahar golit, pachet de tigari terminat intr-o zi, si-apoi urmeaza altul, alta zi, cu acelesi ginduri , sentimente, cuvinte, oameni, bautura, pustietate, murdarie, lipsit de voce, viata, doar gol.
m-au blocat vreo 5 persoane-n facebook, l-am dezactivat .nu-mi mai trebuie,acum , inteleg ca trebuie sa schimb totul, sa fug undeva , de toti, ca-s morti, sau eu sunt. mai am o foaie-n buzunar, o sa mai scriu niste versuri cred, apoi ma las, n-are sens deja,aproape nimic n-are sens. tata m-a trimis , departe , unde vreau , s-a saturat de mine, si nu doar el , dintre infinitatea asta de solutii, vad doar una, nu-mi place ,dar o vreau, pe ea. mai am 6 zile pina la aniversare, pina la 18. mai incerc odata , si-apoi asta e ultima incercare. mai am 6 zile.

time. now it doesn't means anything.
drops of you,
cold rain,falls over words.
drops of you,cold rain ,
falls over my body, and love,its full of coldness .
it feels trough every particle of my existence,
the autumn rain ,over the end.

ploua cu frig ,siroaiele curg peste mine,
ginduri,sunt ud,toate is pline de frig.
vintul mai trece ,le umple de gheata,
devin tot mai reci, si m-alunga-nspre ceata.
permanent, existenta-ntre zile si nopti,
alerg catre viata, mai am putin si intorc.

m-as sinucide intr-o zi.

a nice day to die.

numai muritorii traiesc viata cu adevarat

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RfOaAj7E5g

my body crawl over late night streets
sick of emptiness ,as the grey skies  ,
killing all the other colors,images of death.
i can not bend pieces ,it hurts.
seeing them falling away , taken by wind
a look at you, leaving , stealing your sights ,
dry colors, i try to remember , dissolving them in red, wine.
there's nothing left of me , only death.

once i lived,it was you ,

 poems sounding from your hair,
over my mind
 dreams in your eyes,
i could fall asleep , and never ..

a drop of summer rain , over a wilderness.
still holding it,.. somwhere inside
braches still surround the sands,
and flowers , blossom over nights .
darkness  quenches my sick body   .

once i lived ,
then i died.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbKOcszcfJI#