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.