It's time

You need to keep your stories unfinished, 
Unwritten, untold 
Or maybe you just get high on beginnings 
Mistaking your thoughts for your feelings 
Same lesson, unlearned 
Your heart still on hold 
Yes, you are the wanderer, 
The untamed nonbeliever, the rebel, the dreamer, 
The traveler trapped in a tower of fears, 
Of patterns yet to be broken, 
Of true words yet to be spoken 
And images about how things should be 
That won’t let you be 

Don’t you see  
I know you, you are me,  
Pinned down here by titles, by guilt and by pride 
Vividly blind 
When all that is needed is right there inside 
And maybe it’s time to break free from the show 
It’s time to love 
To live 
And let go

o frază.

Hai sa ne-mprietenim pentru o vreme, sa ne proptim unul de altul ca doua carje ce isi joaca rolul de picior pe rand, fara sa puna intrebari, sa amortim in carnea celuilalt durerile si vina si sa trezim lumina, hai sa ne descompunem in apa si fotoni, sa fim nemuritori in pragul mortii ultimului privitor, sau hai in dormitor sa ne-naltam pana ramanem fara aer si sa cadem in gol si in cadere sa strivim ce nu stim sa strigam, hai sa ne aruncam, doi schiopi cu patru aripi, doi orbi, doi amatori, hai sa pictam cu apa si atat, fara culori, sa n-avem spectatori, sa nu pastram nicio dovada ca ne-am imprietenit, ca poate ne-am iubit intr-un capitol scurt si fara titlu dintr-un roman nescris si sa lasam nespus ceea ce stie pielea sa murmure mai bine, ce stie spatiul dintre noi sa-mbine, si hai, te rog, sa nu ne apartinem, sa nu ne declaram, sa nu ne insemnam, si daca se intampla sa uitam, asa sa fie, de ce sa ne-agatam de-o simpla prietenie?

in dreams

dark series for cockaigne magazine

In dreams you let yourself be true. The dark side too.

You run and hide, but the one chasing you is you.

And when you dare to face your darkest self and when your selves collide

You fly

puzzle

steliana

of music

tales of gray

montreux

there are no words - just passing boats 
there are no friends - just nows and thens
there's rhythm in this stillness
there's color in this blindness
there's music in the light. and no more need to fight
there is no form. no fear. no age.
there is no audience. no stage.
love's changed.
there is no longing, there is water.
the war inside is over.

lara

alexandrina hristov

pentru revista arte si meserii