Friday, October 19, 2012

deja vu




 *                                                                                                   așa, legată la ochi, cum ești

cineva te va lua de mînă
îți va deschide ușa iar obrajii tăi vor recunoaște
aerul moale ce trece peste ei cu o sfială familiară
podeaua va scîrțîi în același loc

  *                                                                                                                              vei surîde

vei mîngîia ficusul acum mai înalt
cu același gest
apoi vei urma coridorul
îți vei aminti cît de lung este
și cît de întunecat

*                                                                                                  precum sub eșarfa mov ochii

inima îți va bate același bu-bum bu-bum
vei întoarce capul din instinct spre stînga
acolo era [este?] un tablou cu maci
vei pipăi cu degetele gaura peretelui din dreapta
unde ciocanul a mușcat din zid

*                                                                   nu te-ai priceput niciodată să lovești cum trebuie

unu
doi
trei
apoi urmează pasul cel mare

*                                                                             peste pragul de care te-ai împiedicat mereu

te vei opri
cineva îți va da drumul la mînă
îți va scoate eșarfa
dar tu vei știi ce este în fața ta

*                   este  același dulap cu umerașe goale care încă se bălăngăne în miros de lavandă

și nu vei deschide ochii

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Costa's




(fictional tale of real beverages)

he sat at table number 9
she chose 10
their eyes never met
but through the wall wide gilded mirror across the room
he thought her name was Faith
she guessed his was Luke
he took a sip from his mocha massimo every 41 secs
she guessed he was 41, slowly stirring her white-no-sugar earl grey
she wondered if the girl on page three of his 'Sun' was a blond, a brunette or a read head
he wondered what principle she's at in 'Why men love bitches'
they ate lemon and poppy seed muffins with small bites
his lips were firm
hers unable to hold on to the cheery blush lipstick any longer
he thought she was single and had a RSPCA rescued cat called Biscuit
she guessed he was married with three children and a wife called Porscha
she must be driving a Ka
he must be driving a Jag
she waters her plants every Tuesday, goes to pilate classes on Thursday and on Sundays she watches Terms of Endearment in her pink jamies with her friend Chris
he walks his dog at 7, plays rugby for Long Lane on Saturdays and on Fridays goes for a round of Grolsch with his friend, Joe
he snores/ she sings in the shower
he's a catholic/ she never quite liked Jesus
he hates his wife/ she loves her cookies
they laugh at the old woman shouting at a bus driver in the street and hate flying, cyclists in Lycra and anything to do with politics
they secretly read Keats, eat onion bagels and tomato soup and listen to Gershwin


they never spoke
they never will
because if they would
Faith would never be able to watch Star Wars again and Luke -
Luke would lose his faith in
love at first sight