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« : 30 Iulie, 2009, 09:47:04 pm »
"The traveler" Sergiu

"In wind, in shadows, dust and rain…
in black endless pain.
To vanish, to fade, to have no name…
melting like ice in flame.
To try, to search, to scream or cry…
over the nights to fly.
To wait, to step, to walk or run away…
to have no reason to stay.

The flag, the end, the final point…
the final destination.
To win, to fight, to reach a goal…
or fail and fall.
The deep, the high, the hole or peak…
the distance between.
To climb, to fall, to make it wright…
to make dark bright.

The distance, the time, the nights away…
the need to have a faster way.
The dreams, the memories and hopes…
the pain to be tied in ropes.
The fire, the rain, the cold ice and snow…
let them all like time to flow.
The past, the present, all what means you,
hold them close ’cause this is true.

To feel, to need, to miss, to have a dream…
to taste the bitter last day’s cream.
The wings, the love, the smiling happiness…
the dark night’s pure white dress.
Over the time, trough years and distance…
accept the faith’s cruel sentence.
Accept yourself, your present and your past…
or fight will be your next and last."


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« Răspuns #1 : 01 August, 2009, 08:29:22 pm »

     "Me and my shadow"  -  By Padraig O’Morain

"Could we explore my shadow? I asked
my shrink. She laughed, said Look,
this is worse than the truth about Santa
or God but I feel I ought to tell you:
You are stuck, I am sorry to say,
with the grey man who carries your name
because you have no shadow
from a scientific point of view
no matter what your man Jung may have said,
tobacco-smelling old goat.
Work it out: why should there be a playboy,
a James Bond who enjoys girls
with golden skin in every port,
not common but sophisticates,
sassy princesses and female spies
yet exists as your shadow
while you wait for the lights to turn green
beneath rain clouds, in your Honda Civic,
drink wine from Spar, bed by eleven,
then get up next day to do it again?
All this while your leering shadow cavorts
in Monaco and Monte Carlo?
Sorry, this is no place of dreams.
Now, back to your anxiety."

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Răspuns: The traveler
« Răspuns #2 : 02 August, 2009, 09:56:04 am »

Do not hesitate
As hesitation is leading to the defeat

And enjoy it.
Travel trough the time.

Until you find the truth
No matter where it is hidden

And search for it
Even if it was
In the unknown

On the road
Leading from the east to the west
So, we may meet there
for the best

by Vida Nenadic


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« Răspuns #3 : 12 Septembrie, 2009, 10:35:07 am »
Understand That This Is a Dream
by Allen Ginsberg

Real as a dream
What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?
What is the interpretation of this planet, this moon?
if I can dream that I dream / and dream anything dreamable / can I dream
I am awake / and why do that?
When I dream in a dream that I wake / up what
happens when I try to move?
I dream that I move
and the effort moves and moves
till I move / and my arm hurts
Then I wake up / dismayed / I was dreaming / I was waking
when I was dreaming still / just now.
and try to remember next time in dreams
that I am in dreaming.
And dream anything I want when I'm awaken.
When I'm in awakeness what do I desire?
I desire to fulfill my emotional belly.
My whole body my heart in my fingertops thrill with some old fulfillments.
Pages of celestial rhymes burning fire-words
unconsumable but disappear.
Arcane parchments my own and the universe the answer.
Belly to Belly and knee to knee.
The hot spurt of my body to thee and thee
old boy / dreamy Earl / you Prince of Paterson / now king of me / lost


first dream that made me take down my pants
urgently to show the cars / auto tracks / rolling down avenue hill.
That far back what do I remember / but the face of the leader of the gang
was blond / that loved me / one day on the steps of his house blocks away
all afternoon I told him about my magic Spell
I can do anything I want / palaces millions / chemistry sets / chicken

coops / white horses

stables and torture basements / I inspect my naked victims
chained upside down / my fingertips thrill approval on their thighs
white hairless cheeks I may kiss all I want
at my mercy. on the racks.
I pass with my strong attendants / I am myself naked
bending down with my buttocks out
for their smacks of reproval / o the heat of desire
liek shit in my asshole. The strange gang
across the street / thru the grocerystore / in the wood alley / out in the open

on the corner

Because I lied to the Dentist about that chickencoop roofing / slate stolen off

his garage

by me and the boy I loved who would punish me if he knew
what I loved him.
That now I have had that boy back in another blond form
Peter Orlovsky a Chinese teenager in Bangkok ten years twenty years
Jo Army on the campus / white blond loins / my mouth hath kisses /
full of his cock / my ass burning / full of his cock
all that I do desire. In dream and awake
this handsome body mine / answered
all I desired / intimate loves / open eyed / revealed at last / clothes on the

Underwear the most revealing stripped off below the belly button in bed.
That's that / yes yes / the flat cocks the red pricks the gentle public hair /

alone with me

my magic spell. My power / what I desire alone / what after thirty years /
I got forever / after thirty years / satisfied enough with Peter / with all I

wanted /

with many men I knew one generation / our sperm passing
into our mouths and bellies / beautiful when I love / given.
Now the dream oldens / I olden / my hair a year long / my thirtyeight

birthday approaching.

I dream I
am bald / am disappearing / the campus unrecognizable / Haledon Avenue
will be covered with neon / motels / Supermarkets / iron
the porches and woods changed when i go back / to see Earl again
He'll be bald / fleshy father / I could pursie him further in the garage
If there's still a garage on the hill / on the planet / when I get back.

From Asia.

If I could even remember his name or his face / or find him /
When I was ten / perhaps he exists in some form.
With a belly and a belt and an auto
Whatever his last name / I never knew / in the phonebook / the Akashic


I'll write my Inspiration for all Mankind to remember,
My Idea, the secret cave / in the clothes closet / that house probably down /
Nothing to go back to / everything's gone / only my idea
that's disappearing / even in dreams / gray dust piles / instant annihilation
of World War II and all its stainless steel shining-mouthed cannons
much less me and my grammar school kisses / I never kissed in time /
and go on kissing in dream and out on the street / as if it were for ever.
No forever left! Even my oldest forever gone, in Bangkok, in Benares,
swept up with words and bodies / all into the brown Ganges /
passing the burning grounds and / into the police state.
My mind, my mind / you had six feet of Earth to hoe /
Why didn't you remember and plant the seed of Law and gather the sprouts

of What?

the golden blossoms of what idea? If I dream that I dream / what dream
should I dream next? Motorcycle rickshaws / parting lamp shine / little

taxis / horses hoofs

on this Saigon midnight street. Angkor Wat ahead and the ruined city's old

Hindu faces

and there was a dream about Eternity. What should I dream when I wake?
What's left to dream, more Chinese meat? More magic Spells? More youths

to love before I change & disappear?

More dream words? For now that I know that I am dreaming /
What next for you Allen? Run down to the Presidents Palace full of Morphine /
The cocks crowing / in the street / Dawn trucks / What is the question?
Do I need sleep, now that there's light in the window?
I'll go to sleep. Signing off until / the next idea / the moving van arrives


at the Doctor's house full of Chinese furniture.