sâmbătă, 25 iunie 2016

hunting




lyrics Wish Neculce

eyed cat sick
He's looking
at me
From shadow
my contestants
prepare hunting
my falls
we are
"which on which"
imitating
the sounds of the night
at one piano with keyboards rusty
Children put a rainbow
in the pocket
brutality has nails of
assorted fruit
so throw a finger incarnated
of a furious gaze firmly fixed
we learned
the same waiting
and yet the
end guard
not yet come my claws
eat from cat's claw
and they weave
fingers Wire
woman means my glass
like sadness of asphalt
nursing her babies
geometric leaps:
,, So is a simple illusion
For a moment
Keys twisted,,
and over flowers immortal
silver bullets
fall

traducerea Cristian Alina

multumesc! :)

marți, 14 iunie 2016

mona



as I assumed mona
remained old girl
with Severe mustache
thin body
and white arms
untouched by rust
I'd like to sit
somewhere on the edge of the window
to can look in every corner
as aging
quiet and gentle
knitting
the socks
for silver tie and
eternity men

alive


in a season of
the hands of stone
the shrill cry
(Dissipated and moves)
You'll find my shadow
superposition
over breaks
and expectations
the voice
the tender gestures
and cathedrals postponed
suspended
useless
I will return in
the roots rusty
-pendul tongue .

runa

runa

vorbesc despre un timp
al straturilor de zăpadă
pitici online îmi dau like
schimonoşindu-şi feţele
se aseamană cu tufele de trandafiri
sălbatici miros a ierburi creţe
adăpostesc
tavane de cenuşă și
scot fumul din hornuri
ca să îmi reclădească o lume
peste orizonturi
doar o mână
mă aşteaptă

I’ve never could watch



face of the black man.
the black man was leaving in every window
and I was feeling
braking the sky in
his eyes of crystal
I was trembling
trying to spin the key
in the lock
behind me
the doors was crackling
gnashing coughing
like sick house
my father was
in his carriage
of the sky
was reflecting
angels with wings were gathering
at hands and legs
come on he told me you
never or now

black man

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@black man




come on he told me you never
liked the black man and
you couldn’t watch
his crystal eyes which are making
gloves of stars nor
the hands how are braking the sky and
look how you’re always trembling
when you spin the key in the lock
behind you the doors are crackling
gnashing like an ill house
and I have to harness
always the horses
come on the angles were telling me
with wings at hands and
at legs never
never did you like
the black man…………
was braking with his coarse hands the Sky
without trying to
look at me

luni, 13 iunie 2016

peace

1.Pilgrims of peace

keep your fists
in the silent
of peace
in the shadow of the bitter glances
I told him and I made myself shalop and
I laid myself bridge over
a flaming river
our steps have dropped down the desert
seeding rain in the icon of death
curious eyes have broken
drifting to the roots of the hole
I stood and even I sang
the mandolins trembled in suffering
gimpy and armless and blind singers with
mauled fingers didn’t ask
they have springs in the empty belly of the winters
over our waiting  shoulders flowers
white from the chestnut of life have stired

ohh you crippled
you face
towards sunsets wake up again
the deer and ask them to quiver
the hot juice of the grass
from the  dried grass and bring us news from beyond
time from other ages
and mingle us
in herbs – smile of
the green fields at
the edge of the soul


2.The beggars of peace

(I need peace……we needed peace)
thee can do make like
beggar soul from
living statues
and we siting
in peacefully
at confabulation
like a
hangings
by lip of sky
we wanted the lights
to us finish
the flight or
the chest
let us be filled
with silver bullets
Do not be afraid,, I say
Death is the still an
crone wiped
pale commonplace
bizarre smile on the lips
our children of one day


3.I seek peace .........

I hear the  heaven
of darkness
my hand so stretches
like a trail of blood
above
the world
drain the peace
I hear weeping
the sky
at the edge of the body
like the flower raised on
my shoulders weaken
so rise much
too high
the peace was built
in me
there is not harm