Viens à Maman,
let me show you how that shameful thing is done,
you konw, with ink on paper,
for you not to be sorry anymore,
in the morning with croissant Triomphe
and floating island by Abyssinian charms.
Fix your shoe laces, suck your belly
and grab me by the aorta.
Let go of me
over Père Malin´s brothel,
for more than three coins.
Eat it all up!
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
They taught us to wait at the red light,
hungry thoughts alienate us,
alienated thoughts make me hungry,
thoughts of those at my right for the woman in red,
thoughts of those at my left for the red in the woman,
thoughts of those at my back for no woman at all.
I see the red joining between the thighs,
waving interdiction above the knees.
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
Flash. Us dancing. Flash.
Rum and coke. Flash. Happy.
Flash. Laces. Flash.
Smoke. Flash. Dirty dub.
Flash. Keep your hands in the air. Flash.
Absolute vodka. Flash. Beat.
Flash. Chanel 5. Flash.
Sweat. Flash. Ankh.
Flash. Smile. Flash.
Your eyes. Flash. You in my arms.
Flash. Us. Flash.
From URBIS (Paralela 45 Publishing House, 2016)
Translated by me.
Time is a spartan warrior
bred in the minds of wise men
grown between phony pages
arroused by mankind`s weakness for likeness
Never knowing the unrest of the heart
faithful to his parents passes away
breaks the walls
burns down the bridges
wipes the houses of so many souls
Mesmerized by an unsettled boundery
runs into flesh where the lively juices
conspire for a permanent emergence
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
In a faraway system,
waves of binary combination are pushed
by an eclipse,
through the core of many cold stars
to break on the shore of a petty soul,
one will call as the prophet of the blind sun,
to be praised in silent masses,
to be cried by destitute crowds,
to be scratched on narrow walls by angry nails,
then to be forgotten,
then to be burned on a cold stake.
One exists despite zero,
now mix the being with vacuum for the begining of the next syntax.
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
My heart`s offering is plentiful today
It`s ardent
Tt`s daring
It`s bribe for services in the intrest of our past days
I want them to return as scattered ships
So dear the wage
So close the end
You may say I`m a poor man with the last coins for passage.
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)
Some get bread
the others are thrown crums
The ones who do not wait are chewing biscuits
with their teeth sharpen by need
They do believe in the next day
For them the field grow spears
among the ruins
Tellus, Grinta Publishing House 2012
(pen name: Calin Derzelea)