Poetry
PRIMORDIALĂ Curge dintr-un ochi gigantic,lacrima de început,Universul fantomatic zacestins în transparență,cade forma globularăprintr-un spațiu conceputde gândirea infernalăa pătrunderii în esență. DESCONCRETIZARE Eram dincolo de închipuire. Formele noisub iluminareaaceluiași spectru,ne adunau unul în celălalt. Lăsasem în urmăadevărul de până atunci;concretul nu mai zăbovea cu
Read MoreMe, the one in the mirror
A man who has lived his whole life in decay and ignorance, always carried like a leaf in the wind, will cling to any illusion, will make all kinds of unrealistic scenarios that he will get out of the miserable situation in which he finds himself.
Read MoreThe Midnight Lord
A rustling had awakened me from a deranged dream in which three cannibals had spared my life, asking me instead to hum a ballad I used to sing to them when I was younger. My eyes stung from so much darkness. Sleep had left me for good, but still
Read MoreThe creatures of the last night
The night... The night had haunted Andrei Iorga like a restless lover, ruined by jealousy, a mistress who pulls you into her clutches and would never let you go, strangling you with the possessiveness of her love. So is the dream, an amalgam of images
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