Mai lasa

Culege-ti visele pierdute
In pivnita fiintei tale
Printre strigoi murati si temeri slute,
Printre butoaiele de jale.

Sadeste-le de luna noua,
Descanta-le cu dor de duca,
Mai lasa-ti sufletul sa ploua
Mai lasa-ti inima sa te conduca.

Stropeste-le de luna plina
Cu lacrimi dulci de renuntare
Mai lasa-ti sufletul sa vina
Mai lasa-ti inima sa zboare.


It’s time
Go down in the dark soul cellar
To pluck those dreams forgotten
Amidst the phantom jars and fear dweller
Where grieving barrels rotten.

The new moon rises, time to plough
The yearning chant to start,
It’s time to rain your soul somehow,
It’s time to trust your heart.

The fool moon sets, it’s time to shed
The tears of letting go,
Time to reclaim the soul that fled
It’s time to fly the heart that bled.

Celui ce va sa vie (II)

Si de-ar fi vreodata sa-mi strivesc tacerile de pieptul tau

Una cate una, una cate una,

De-ar fi sa-mi croiesc cuibul acolo smulgandu-ti coastele

Una cate una, una cate una,

Pana ce ma voi fi plamadit din cea de pe urma,

De-ar fi sa-mi depun ouale in cosul pieptului tau

Unul cate unul, unul cate unul,

Si de-ar fi vreodata sa imi dezmortesc aripile ,

Una cate una, una cate una,

Tu sa numeri in zare zborurile mele

Unul cate unul, unul cate unul

Si sa imi promiti ca nu ma vei alunga vreodata din cuibul meu

Cu aripile frante si penele smulse

Una cate una, una cate una.

Iar eu ma jur ca m-oi intoarce

Din ou si din nou. 

Celui ce va sa vie (I)

Cand ma-ncing la tample si urlu si plang
de te-nec in lacrimi si apoi te frang,
Cand ma zbat in lanturi groase ce ma strang
de m-agat cu dintii de bratul tau stang,


Tu ma ia in brate si ma legana
sopteste-mi la tampla,'tu, iubita mea
n-ai decat a plange si a te lasa
in bratele mele si eu te-oi purta


pana-n varf de munte, pan' la prima nea,
pana-n larg de mare, de te-i imbaia,
pana-n 'nalt de ceriu, pan' la prima stea
pana-n miez de huma, daca m-ai lasa,


tu, iubita mea'.

Prayer for peace

Darling, let us rest for just a while

By the shadow of our broken hearts,

By the iceberg of the frozen smile,

By the cradle of the yet to be spoken

Of the yet to be broken,

Let us offer our token

Of peace.

Darling, let us sleep for just a while

By the river of sorrow,

By the edge of tomorrow,

By the border of hate

Where sentinels await,

Let us open the gate

To peace.

Darling, let us wake for just a while

By our bed of shattered connection,

By the mirror of unbiased reflection,

By the end of the rope

Where wild geese elope,

Oh, darling, let us hope

For peace.

Dramaholic

I am Irina and I am a dramaholic

(Hi, Irina! <applause>)

I thrive on drama, feast on drama,

Snuggle and cuddle in drama

I do.

I invite drama into my life

(Well, what can I say?! <shrug>)

I feed it my time, my energy, my thoughts

My attention, my intention

Queen of drama am I.

I cultivate drama ferociously

(Why do you? <pause>)

I get pulled in, stuck under, burned by,

Drawn to drama,

I am.

But, hey, someday, I’ll mend myself

(Some other day, hey, hey. <disappointment>)

I’ll cut down on the drama

And just sit with my emptiness

I will.

The real job

There will be those who tell you

To get a real job

They’ll scold you for your dreaming

So you become a snob

Forget your wildish nature

Enroll the karma mob

Parade you little outfits

The uniforms of sob

While sobbing on the inside

A night out on a club.

There will be those who call you

A misfit or a witch

They’ll wrap you up in plastic

Till you forget your switch

A hobo or a lady

A woman or a snitch

Till you forget your calling

So they will forget theirs

To entertain the stalling

While living in the ditch.

There will be those who urge you

To do the real thing

To entertain your calling

To make your offering

They’ll guide you through your darkness

Inspire you to learn

To overcome the heartless

The dreamless and the blue

To nurture the unmothered

The real job is you.

My turn

It is my turn to ask

That you light a fire for me

So I can see it from far away

From this mountain peak

Where I sit awake

In the dark night of the soul.

It is my turn to ask

That you say a prayer for me

So I can feel it’s whisper

On my fingertips

As I grab a tear in my fist

To keep the inner wood moist.

It is my turn to ask

That you sing your song to me

So I can finally fall asleep

And dream of a place

Where others like me thrive,

Not merely survive.

A place where I belong. 

The forgotten compass

I've built my house on yearning,

Have carved it in it's walls.

I've yearned for higher meaning

As I have danced its halls.

I've built my shell on craving,

Have carved it in it's crack.

I've craved for true belonging

As I have searched my pack.

I've built my self on longing,

Have carved it in my core.

I've longed for deep connection

As I've unlocked my door.

Today I strip my body

And lay it on the grass

To navigate my yearning,

The soul’s forgotten compass.

Shivering

It is on the darkest of nights,

The strangest of nights,

With no expectations,

No aches and no pains,

No plans for the morrow,

That the soul lights up.

It is on all those other nights,

The most common of nights,

With great expectations,

Longing and hurting,

Planning and scheming,

That the soul dies a little.

And then, there is tonight,

Child of the strange and common

Where I find myself

Shivering

Shivering

Sh…

The power of 'No'

There once was a wild woman

Who showed me my power

That crumbled my tower

My tower of No.

There once was a witch woman

Who blew in my fire

That awakened the choir

The choir of No.

There once was a brave woman

Who bled me a river

Made me a believer

Believer of No.

There once was a soul woman

Who held me so near

That she breathed in my fear

My fear of No. 

There once was a wise woman

Who taught me to let go

Let go of my anger

Say Yes to my No.

My birthday gift to Anda, the soul woman, with love and gratitude.

Azi, nimic

Nu-i nimic mai nimic decat nimicul

Ce s-a insinuat printre randuri

De cand tot astept.