Archive for November, 2007

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wywnh

November 17, 2007

i am sick of writing that starts with i

returns are not home

one
sharp one
abruptly suddenly one
today

streets

black sweater
coffee in hand
sun
cold warm cold
polished shoes
anger

i let the hunger ravage the heart
all on the table

small small pieces
good scissors
shower
voice

colors

i don’t

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ninge

November 11, 2007

din vazduh cumplita iarna cerne norii de zapada.

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same time

November 7, 2007

azi mi-am dat seama ca am uitat ceasul. era mare, patrat, de plastic alb, cu tonuri de verde. n-a mers niciodata. arata mereu 8 fara un sfert, asa cum fusese potrivit intr-o seara in octombrie anul trecut. l-am lasat in casa de la mexikoi, pe lada alba de langa pat.