Romante si nostalgie

It was a chance encounter. I like to tell myself that I stumbled upon him, but the fact of the matter is that he was there waiting for me. Waiting for my eager fingers and eyes. Waiting for my shallow cover to crack. Waiting for my curiosity to peek under his own cover. I fell in love years ago with a simple string of words. With the nostalgia. With the biting replies. With the sarcasm. And then I forgot. I came back to him on lonely Friday nights. Like the ungrateful lovers he often talks about. Only there to satisfy a moment's itch. Only remembering because of a chance encounter of the eyes. He probably deserves more. More than a dusty shelf in a forgotten library. I probably deserve more than this person I'm becoming. I should probably dig deeper than the same two pages that I almost know by heart by now. The books you read are a reflection of who you are. But who am I if I barely ever read anymore? Maybe it's time I give Minulescu a thorough read. He deserves it. And so do I.

Acuarela

In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Orasenii, pe trotuare,
Merg tinandu-se de mana,
Si-n orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
De sub vechile umbrele, ce suspina
Si se-ndoaie,
Umeda de-atata ploaie,
Orasenii pe trotuare
Par papusi automate, date jos din galantare.

In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Nu rasuna pe trotuare
Decat pasii celor care merg tinandu-se de mana,
Numarand
In gand
Cadenta picaturilor de ploaie,
Ce coboara din umbrele,
Din burlane
Si din cer
Cu puterea unui ser
Datator de viata lenta,
Monotona,
Inutila
Si absenta...

In orasu-n care ploua de trei ori pe saptamana
Un batran si o batrana -
Doua jucarii stricate -
Merg tinandu-se de mana.

Romanta celui ce s-a-ntors

The following post contains coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

I'm not going to complain, nor am I going to whine, I'm not going to cry or yell or shout, I just have one thing to share: FUCK YOU WORLD. Everyone just fucking go to hell and let me be, just freaking leave me alone. I've said it once and I'll say it again, I don't need you people and I don't want you. I just want to be left alone with my books. So lock the door and throw the key, close the blinds and don't make me ever see you again. I don't need society, I don't need friends, I don't need parents, I don't need anyone. People suck. They're just disappointing and in the end they bring you more pain than anything else. So then why do I keep going back to them? Haven't I learned my lesson already? Why, why, why, why, why, why? I don't want you people anymore. I'm fucking sick of you. Just leave me alone everyone. Because I'm tired, and I'd want to sleep, and I'd want to die, if I could just die easier... so please be quiet and leave. The world is overrated and so are the people in it. And tonight I'll have none of it. Tomorrow is another day, and I'll surely relapse again, for I never learn, for I cannot stay away. But tonight I see clearly into the cold and the indifference. And it hurts. And I'm tired. And sick. And I want out. I just fucking want out. I didn't ask for anything and I wish with all my heart I could just walk out of here. I wish I could be heartless. I wish I could not care. But I can't. And that's my burden.

Romanta celui ce s-a-ntors

Ion Minulescu

Taceti, voi toti din jurul meu,
Va rog taceti –
Ca-s obosit,
Si-as vrea sa dorm,
Si-as vrea sa mor,
De-ar fi sa pot muri curand si mai usor
Ca cei ce-s morti de mult!...
Taceti,
Va rog taceti…

Abia sosit,
Voi ma-ntrebati pe undea-am fost!...
O, de-ati sti voi ce drumuri lungi,
Ce fund de zari
M-adapostea, pribeag mereu tot pe-alte mari!...
O, de-ati putea porni si voi
Pe unde-am fost!...

O, de-ati putea si voi candva –
Pornind grabiti pe urma mea,
Sa rataciti nentrebatori
Si nentrebati!...
Sa vanturati pamantul tot –
In lung
Si-n lat –
Si fund de vai
Si varf de munti, necercetat,
Sa cercetati,
Nentrebatori
Si nentrebati!...

O, de-ati putea-ntalni si voi ce-am intalnit –
Femei cu ochi frumosi de bronz
Si guri de-argint,
Ce le-am iubit,
Si le-am iertat -
Caci toate mint,
Cum i-au mintit
Pe toti pe cati i-au intalnit!

O, de-as putea sa va spun tot…
Dar nu –
Plecati...
Ca-s obosit –
Si-as vrea sa dorm,
Si-as vrea sa mor,
De-ar fi sa pot muri curand si mai usor!...
M-ati ascultat –
Va multumesc…
Acum plecati.

"Raluca cauta orice scuza sa plece de acasa." (Thank you mom, I really appreciate that and it's nice to see I can always count on you - fml)