Elapsed Time

I am a Supernatural fan.

I've just watched Supernatural Season 6 Episode 21 - Let It Bleed
http://www.cucirca.com/2011/05/21/supernatural-season-6-episode-21-let-it-bleed/

In the movie, an angel erased the memory of a woman about a man.
And this is how a comment sounded like:
"I wish somebody could erase the memory of my boyfriend, so i could move on."

In reality the spell doesn't work over night, but it does happen.
The feelings are relatively short-lasting and most of us are not able to play the cat and mouse game, although many are tempted to play it.

Probably in order to protect us, the emotional memory is short.
The only difference from the movie is that it fades gradually.
This is the thrill of the real life.
We don't even realize that it was gone, because the feelings fade steady and slowly.
When the last drop gets drained, we're clean.

There is so much more in our brains, other than making a sex obsession.
And worrying about something physical, or worse, wasting our life trying to fix that something, is just trivial.

I'm trying to understand a certain type of people, but something about them doesn't make much sense to me. Sometimes I'm thinking that maybe there is nothing to understand.

If we don't seek to "see" the depths of our brain, if we don't try to speak with it and to get answers, we just breathe.
There is no "real" life. It's just our brain's perception of the outside.

Watching this movie was a whole lot more entertaining than drinking with friends or having sex. That's cheap. This was somewhat high.

Feeling that you embrace your brain and beginning to understand its ways.
Yet this is just a feeling too. A feeling that grew like a branch from another feeling.

And so the infinite of the human brain takes shape, that classical infinite with no beginnings and no ends.
No matter how long we live, how much we strive, we won't have the physical time to experience all the feelings locked there inside.

An entity that you can keep in your hands proves infinite.

The time unit. The killing time unit is the only finite entity in us.

So why worry? Just try to do the best of it.

- to TP
09.09.2011

The Star

Inspired by Keane - Closer Now


He blooms over
Alternating with your daylight
In the darkness you can't challenge the neurotic pulses
That bring him up over you...

...Dreams
Are they cheap or are they priceless
Compared to our bloodless romance?

He rejuvenates
You kill
He expands
You spill
He poses
You practice
He shines
You waver
Pushed forward by the instinctual myth

You're a ghost wandering in the open air
Thinking that freedom must be just around the corner
Yet she's a star glittering above your eyes looking downward;
You realize once in a while that you're just a walking paradise
Still you put your wings on, trying to reach
Falling each time, back to square one.

Haven't you got enough wounds?
Haven't you ever thought of setting an appointment with the star in you?
She's family with the upper one
And she's following you everywhere
Beating 70 times a minute.

Close your eyes and try
I'll be here if you need guidance
You can ask me why
You can ask me what
You can ask me where or when
But I can't heal your blood
If you know what I mean...
I can only embrace my genetical will
That once brought your star close to me...

- to TP & IM

07.09.2011

Toti mint

(Inspirata de Firma - "Nimeni")

Toti mint

Un rahat ne transeaza carnea si ne-o vinde in cele 4 zari
Pentru un salariu mediu in Euro

O curva inutila te alinta "domn" si se masturbeaza oficial pe frumusetea ta

Insangerati ne-ndragostim in mizerie
Unul de altul si altul de unul

Fara sa ne dam bine seama
Ne tinem strans de ganduri ca de maini

In palme-avem pamant
Insa rascoala nu mai vine

Murim iubind

Traim murind
Mai zi-mi: "Da, Vera!"
Mai urca-ma departe...
Vocea ta e singura lingurita de dulceata de peste zi

Numai in visul cu ziduri cafeaua nu e sleita
Din muschiul lor, spre bolta mintii mele cresti
In fiecare dimineata merg cu tine in iad
Ca sa te am peste noapte-n povesti...

Pamantul ne fuge de sub picioare
Raurile ne curg departe, fara pesti,
Cu fiecare ora mai putin
Scazuta cu forta din destin
Tot mai slabit, tot mai frumos,
Tot mai putin...
Tu esti...

- lui I.M.
03.09.2011

Together in the waves

Struggling to get over you...
(Lyrics inspired by Keane - Your Love)



I fell off dreaming of you
I've smoked the clouds in you...
The waves cladded us altogether
From miles away entwining our flesh

Parrots now laugh at my lyrics
Flying over my wounds,
Over your shades,
Over our shells never drown

What do they know?
It was not the royal sea cutting my elbows
But the blindfolded me
Halucinating on you
In the dark night of my insides.

Now I'm waiting like a dork
For what I thought it was meant to be...
Love songs and tears poured
Desire and thoughts teared
The Gift of the Black Sea...

A synaptic pearl
Wrapped in silvery bows
That slipped through my fingers
Taken back by the waves...

Its crystals got lost in the Sea mirrors,
Its desires got melted on my way home
I thought he was...
I thought I was...
So in love, electrifying each other,
He was the Sun, the horizons, the breaker,
I was the land he poured his rays upon
In a short gasp
Shining untouched for tomorrow...

And whether we like it or not,
Now we're back together again
Your messianic profile streams like a deer's velvet
On my dissolved eyes
Balancing my sorrow...

...What do they know?...
What do you know?...
What do I?...
Why?...

- to I.M. & T.P.

(Romanian translation):

Am cazut visandu-te
Am fumat norii din tine
Valurile ne-au invesmintat din cap pana-n picioare
De la mile departare ingemanandu-ne trupurile

Papagali rad acum de versurile mele
Zburandu-mi peste rani,
Peste nuantele tale,
Peste cochiliile noastre niciodata inecate.

Ce stiu ei?
Nu a fost marea regala cea care mi-a taiat coatele
Ci eu, legata la ochi,
Halucinand despre tine
In noaptea intunecata a interiorului meu

Acum astept ca un idiot
Ceea ce am crezut ca a fost sa fie:
Cantece de iubire si lacrimi varsate
Dorinta si ganduri sfasiate
Darul Marii Negre...

O perla sinaptica
Infasurata in panglici argintii
Care mi-a alunecat printre degete
Luata inapoi de valuri...

Cristalele ei s-au pierdut in oglinzile marii,
Dorintele ei s-au topit in drumul meu spre casa
Am crezut ca el a fost...
Am crezut ca eu am fost...
Atat de indragostiti, electrificandu-ne unul pe celalalt;
El a fost Soarele, orizonturile, valul gata sa se sparga,
Eu am fost pamantul pe care el si-a varsat razele
Intr-un icnet scurt,
Stralucind neatins pentru ziua de maine...

Si, fie ca ne place sau nu,
Acum suntem din nou impreuna;
Profilul tau mesianic se unduieste ca plushul caprioarei
Pe ochii mei dizolvati,
Echilibrandu-mi mahnirea.

...Ce stiu ei?...
Ce stii tu?...
Ce fac eu?...
De ce?...

- lui I.M. & T.P.

Copilul Grasut si Printul de Poveste

Am scris aceasta poezie explicita pentru a te descrie in modul cel mai fidel posibil.

Muzica ce m-a inspirat: Keane - Stop for a Minute



In filmul vechi, mi-aduc aminte...
...Erai mai pufos, mai grasut;
Aveai fatza ca un peisaj de primavara
Cu buze pline si roz, asa, ca de copil frumos.

De-atunci te-am adulmecat, ca o amazoana cu spada
Dar tu n-ai cazut prada
Si-n schimbul admiratiei mele
M-ai jignit ca un taran nesimtit.

Anii au trecut,
Mintea ti-a crescut,
Obrajii ti s-au slefuit
Si deodata, intr-o zi cu sentimente te-am privit...

Erai fin ca o petala,
Cuvintele tale aveau scoala.
Vocea de barbat tanar
Si degetele alungite
Erau sigure si articulate;
Parca deodata aveai de toate.

Ochii un pic mai maturi si mai tristi
Iti dadeau aerul de irezistibil,
Cu barba de 3 zile
Aveai cu totul alt sarm,
Daca mai puneam si profilul la socoteala,
Curbura perfecta a fetei incadrandu-ti surasul invincibil,
Erai pur si simplu de basm...

Ti-am privit bratele din intamplare
Erau lungi si fine ca razele de soare.
Urmaream cu ochii conturul venelor albastrui
Sa le sarut si sa ma-nchin lor ca unei icoane
As fi vrut...
Brate cum demult n-am mai vazut...
De ce faci asa ceva Doamne?...

Le-am atins fara sa vreau
Si nu mai pot sa le descriu in cuvinte
Nici caprioara, nici puful florilor
Nici Fecioara si nici crepusculul zorilor
Nu le-ar fi putut lua inainte...

Erau fragede, numai bune de gustat,
Mai bune decat bucatele descrise in povesti...
Sa-mi intind sanii peste ele as fi vrut
Si sa le sarut, sa nu ma mai opresc, atat de mult...

Te-am privit si de departe
Sperand sa-ti gasesc vreun defect
Dar, sculptat din cap pana-n picioare,
Erai cu mult mai mult ca perfect.

Te-a crescut Dumnezeu in toti acesti ani
Ca pe-un dar pentru-a femeilor privire;
Frumuseti, una peste alta,
Curg ca un lant pe tine-n nestire.

Eu nu mai sper nimic,
Doar te doresc fara sa ma pot abtine,
Pe zi ce trece mai mult,
Pe zi ce infloresti, pe zi ce te-ascuti si te inalti,
Eu nu mai stiu,
Nu,
Nu mai stiu de mine...

- lui I.M.

- JM -

(Am scris versurile pe muzica acestui cantec: Keane - On a day like today)



Cu frumusetea ta fara replici imi iesi dimineata in cale:
Obrajii sculptati si ochii de basm,
Silueta pasindu-ti cu irizatii de sarm
Parca in adins
Isi vad de-ale sale...

Iti spun cat esti de frumos, cu toate ca n-ar trebui,
Iti dau sa faci inutilitati numai pentru a te putea privi;
Bratele fine, pictate cu vene batand,
Ti le ating din cand in cand
Ca si cum nu te-as vrea...

...Dar cine ar putea rezista
Degetelor tale de catifea
Si profilului fara cusur -
- Sculptura cu glas,
Cu certitudini de print si fosnet de soapte
Rostite peste zi ca-n miezuri de noapte...

Tu imi explici, cu melancolia dulce a ochilor oglindindu-se-n monitoare,
Eu ma hranesc flamand cu timbrul cuvintelor tale,
Conturandu-te cu privirea, poate fara sa stii...

Oare ti-ai vazut vreodata tristetea ce-ti trece in valuri prin iris
Ca o bomboana plutind in alcool?
Ca sa-mi explici cum sa nu ma imbat cu serpii incolacindu-se-n imagini
Ce-mi electrizeaza adancul din gand...

...Pe visul pulsand,
Cu fruntea in palme-ti privesc fruntea de vis,
Cu bratele tale-n bratele mele
Mai sus si mai sus, cu ele in ele
Ti-am scris...

-lui I.M.