all has gone out —not even a shadowleft to recallwhy there ever wasa need to be. Haiku extins – „Fără martor” totul s-a stins —nici măcar o umbrăsă-și aminteascăde ce a fostnevoie să fie.
(poem) It is not death that aches in me.It is the thoughtthat I will forget. That once againI’ll look into the world’s eyesand not knowwhy I tremble. That I will hear the piano again,and not knowthat I once loved itlike a person.That a certain light will fall across a photograph,and I won’t rememberit was oncewhere […]
(a prayer for return, not for change) When I return,I don’t want to know everything.I only want to learnwhat I once lovedthe mostin the life before. To feel againthe touch I missed by a breath,the gaze that paused upon meand I didn’t knowhow to meet it. I want time —not to search for something new,but […]
“The Fear of Loving Beauty Again”
When I die,it won’t be the leaving that wounds me,but the slow unravelingof how I once fell in lovewith the world—through sound. That a piano once gave me shelterin a storm of nameless hands.That a palm on my cheekmade me believein gods without temples. And in that next life,if I return with eyes washed cleanbut […]
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