A keresés eredménye

My favorite room

Just before 10 o’clock the alarm clock rang
I had no time for more, so I closed my room.
 
I’ve written all my psalms on the wall
to live better.
And I’ve started to explain my own story
on the concrete walls.
I recalled phrases that I already forgot,
random words from higher worlds
 
My room is reading my screams,
my voices, it’s my room.
Just before three my lexicon finished
Too naked to tell, that what was written -was erased.
 
And nothing was true, Im myself was a lie,
it was spinning inside.
Drunk with sweat, mad about life.
My landlord was not me.
 
It is my room, who reads my screams, my voices
It’s my room…
 

Romance in 625 lines

Syntax error,
total collapse.
I didn’t take a pill
for the carnal incontinence.
 
Verb “to love”, amplified with pluperfect,
look for a place in the market.
Papier-mache brides,
Kisses scheduled on the agenda.
 
Slow down, love, don’t hurry,
there is a pause and publicity.
There is a romance in 625 lines,
passion in the individual envelope.
 
Verb “to love”, amplified with pluperfect,
look for a place in the market.
Papier-mache brides,
Kisses scheduled on the agenda.
 
Cry with a command, I love you on a paper,
Tune yourself on the pain of a skinless romance.
Cry with a command, I love you on a paper,
Tune yourself on the pain of a skinless romance…
 

Ellipsis

This damn story that repeats
remained inconclusive at reception
pass the bill to the neighbors
 
I live hanging in the ellipsis
and now my body is my enemy
take your nails (or spikes) out with mine
 
I'm sick of flaunting my crimes
I seek refuge in friends
in the shadows of this bar
 
This blessed story that repeats
like waves and their bidding
like the raffle at Christmas
 
Spin nailed into the ellipsis
sowing promises of immortality
at the crossroads
 
I'm sick of making true my delusions
I just left you the beginning of the final chapter
 
In this today a yesterday is missing
It hurts and maybe tomorrow I can come back
 
Someone threw a mooring in the drift
we're looking for the exit
we don't know if (we) cross
 
behind the line of the ellipsis
engraved in your crossroads
a promise of a 'to be continued'
 
I'm sick of making true my delusions
I seek refuge in friends
in the shadows of this bar
 
end of the season, goodbye loved ones
stay well ahead of the cold
we'll see each other over there
 
I live hanging in the ellipsis.
 

When You Breathe

Versions: #2
I've left in the armchair
Some paintings and a blank story.
There is no beginning and no ending,
Just write what you want to write.
 
And when you breathe
Try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by your side.
 
I've left in the armchair
Some paintings and a blank story.
I’m going somewhere else,
The journey might be long.
 
The bubble in which I grew up
Sold us comfort and tied up our hands.
But I chose ambiguity,
You chose the ghost and the real
Altogether.
 
And when I breathe
I try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by my side.
 
Breathe
So deep that the air breaks.
Although this time,
If I don’t breathe it’s to avoid suffocating.
 
Try to hold your breath…
Try to hold your breath…
 
And when I breathe
I try to be the one who brings the air.
When it’s inhaled
It’ll bring the world by my side.
 
Breathe
So deep that the air breaks.
Although this time,
Perhaps is better to go.
 
Try to hold your breath…
Try to hold your breath…