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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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.




Saturday, May 24, 2014

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. 

Friday, May 23, 2014

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'.

Friday, May 16, 2014

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.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

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.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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.

Monday, May 12, 2014

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. 

Friday, May 9, 2014

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.


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

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…

Saturday, May 3, 2014

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.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Azi, nimic


Nu-i nimic mai nimic decat nimicul
Ce s-a insinuat printre randuri
De cand tot astept.