Monthly Archives: January 2015

Kindle

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“One loves truly only once in a lifetime,Julian,even if one isn’t aware of it.” (C. R. Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind)

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Leftovers

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“I had make a list of everything that reminds me of you. Not to go crazy.
The sun ( every moment of the day)
Phone
Chocolate
Reading
Showers
Perfume
Orange juice
Salads
Driving
Getting to work
Leaving work
Parks
Benches
Castle
Leaves
Trees
Photographing
Toothbrushes
Argan oil
Coffee
Music
Breaks
Sleep
Lack of sleep
Food items
Lack of food
Church
Family talking
Words
Dried flowers
Empty cart boxes
Torn pages
Jewellery
Etc.
Tell me a way to avoid all these for the rest of my days…
Please.”

Hunting prohibited

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To care is a deadly game.
A hunt.
With hunters and deer.
In dark woods
On blood soaked ground.
Rush of frantic pulse from running
Towards, then away from.
And as snow covers the beaten tracks
the hunted gets trapped.
The shivering deer
Becomes a game.
Dear deer,
I have always felt a strange bond
With your beautiful, big eyes.

Global Concerns

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It is there:
Between one tick of the minute
And the next.
Hidden in the gap between two heartbeats.
The constant drought of the mouth.
The redundant water of the eyes.
The flooding of the blood
And the earthquake of thoughts.
It’s there –
Between the knuckles
Inside the fragile fist.
The curve of the armpit
And the bluish veins
Throbbing under translucent skin.
Between one eyelash and the other.
A web of presence
Better than morning coffee.

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Marius Tucă

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Am dat o căutare pe Google

Am dat o căutare pe Google
Şi ai apărut tu, argintul viu
Numai Dumnezeu poate să ştie
Unde te-au găsit inimile de căutare
Prin ce neştiute universuri paralele
Galerii de internet, sălbatice
Vise, pixeli, conturi, doruri,
Am dat o căutare pe Google
Şi-am găsit o arătare androgină
Făcută din vise, aer şi adrenalină
Din circuite, aur, smirnă,
Cu inima bătând la fiecare click
Pe poezii nescrise, pe citate neştiute
Cu sufletul ascuns într-un mouse,
Am dat o căutare pe Google
Căutând un sentiment nedesluşit
O durere în piept care nu mai trece
Şi din toate definiţiile lumii
Ai apărut de niciunde tu, hologramă
A unui înger dat dispărut
A unui înger al nimănui,
Am dat o căutare pe Google
Şi aripile tale au trecut lumea
Cucerind-o pe dinlăuntru şi pe dinafară
Lumina lor a topit tot în cale
Transformând lumea virtuală într-o planetă
Pe care ai să locuieşti tu, arătare,
Din poezii scrise niciodată.

(Marius Tucă)