desire

in the dark
near the heart
close to real




desire.

in my words
in my eyes
can't you see
the desire?

we will wait
for the night
we will wait
for desire.

bittersweet
laugh and cry
tears that taste
of desire.

hunted down
through the days
caught in nets
of desire.

feel the loss
as it fades
can't forget
desire.

keep in touch
keep in track
of this thing
called desire.

there'll be times
when we'll do
anything
for desire.

keep in touch
keep in track
keep within the reach
of desire.

there'll be times
when we'll do
anything
for desire.

we will wait
for the night.
we will wait...

poor..

poor
are the people whose
pleasures

depend
on the permission of
others

mă gândesc la...

...în sibiu.

și peste tot.

life is elsewhere

life is elsewhere

life is where the great people are.

oh and:
life is found there in strange icons
life is upside down
life is mirrored in dirty water
and
life is floating down the dambovita river.. :))

the story of the sad lonely bird

many black doves lived in bucharest.
in one cold winter a lot of snow fell in that city.
and it was very cold.

so all the birds got cold feet
sitting on the frosty electricity lines and snowy street lamps.
and they were shivering in the icy wind.

but the doves had a great idea.
they moved closer
and held together on these snowy electricity lines...

...and on the icy street lamps.
they warmed each other against the cold.
so they didn't have to shiver anymore.

but there was one lonely sad bird.
who always sat alone on a lamp.
and he was always sitting with lowered head.
he never had anybody to lean on.


and of course he got very cold in that winter...
after the third day of constantly snowing and shivering
he fell asleep at night in his lonely place.


next day he was found in the snow.
he was fallen on the ground. dead in a snowy street of bucharest.

but he died with beautiful snowflakes in his feathers.

coffee to stay

...spring awakening in bucharest.
oh how i would have loved to stay!