priveam doi melci intr-o scara de bloc intunecata. se tarau usor pe cimentul murdar lasand in urma dare luminoase de gelatina. la un moment dat, apropiindu-ma de lift, zaresc langa usa metalica un melc fara cochilie - farama trandafirie de carne umeda zvarcolindu-se in intuneric, lucind stins ca o lumanare ajunsa la fitil...

uneori, cand ma asteptam mai putin, zaream printr-o fanta ingusta, ca printr-o spartura de nori, apa linistita de deasupra. traiam sub ea. era totusi soare, erau totusi nori, dar dincolo plutea...imi amintesc marginea unui teren de sport, pustiu, incendiat de soare, si chiar deasupra lui, pentru o clipa, clipocitul vesel si tremuratul apei in care inota o balena albastra...apoi fanta s-a inchis printr-un nor pufos si clipa s-a spart in singuratate. visul s-a frant in soarele care-mi inunda, in fiecare dimineata, fata adormita...

azi-noapte am visat oameni cu aripi. treceam usor pe deasupra lor, cu ochii inchisi, si totusi ii vedeam zacand pe jos, pe asfaltul aburind, cu aripile frante parca de un zbor prea aproape de vis, captivi intr-o masa gelatinoasa si sangeranda. culori amestecate, mirosuri, aburi, ce orori - imi spuneam - si aveam senzatia ca ma prabusesc. dar am trecut peste un pod intr-un alt vis...

glow-worm passing by
I was just about to say: "look!"..
but I was lonely..

the house of my friend
hanging on the entrance door
padlock of autumn.

naked trees
bending under rain and wind
hours seem so wet...

blue-violet traces
deep wounds cut in flash of sky
flights toward south-east.

silent blackberry
are looking underneath leaves
the death of autumn...

the land and the sky
getting hair in tangle
- a yellow leaves storm.

late hour of night
loneliness surrounds me
like a cockle's shell.

tall and thin reed swords
a wild and empty circle
for the swamp's mornings.

above frozen land
just enamen of hoarfrost
in the air - ringing of bells.

just above forests
autumn turning strong green
smog and apples smell

decomposing sky
not in dark but in fluid blue
stars floating like ships

everlasting stairs
disappearing in the sky
above all: the moon

in the morning sky
rows of forgotten darkness
last-night remains

despite all my thoughts
the world is merely a try.
foggy body of a "maybe"

deep inside sunset
a whisper can be listened
but there's just the moon...

the clouds of winter
habited by lonely crows
black dots on white snow

landscapes of our dreams
covering the real life:
clouds dropping from sky

we see others young
in a later lost heaven
horizon's changing...

August's fluid fire
wind is changing his color
woods are burning

dark spots of sunset
light, deep ache of burned years
how can you forget?

unshaped thoughts pass by
hiding the death of the day
dawns will relight soon...

dreaming of a place
where years ago there was someone
what a silent night!

a passing blue cloud
is shaking rain through sun rays
someone cast a spell

waves of daze and dust
feelings mixed up with white sands-
solitude desert

summer clouds outside
is it life a lonely path?
wounded soul wonders

in the summer night
stars are the only ones
freezing in silence

hot summer rain
is twinkling among hills
silvery poems

hanging in the sky
the sun as a big orange
in a giant hands

heaven and hell games
in the powder of blue clouds
it will be raining

end of July
poppies have fallen asleep
in golden wheat field