our own cat

there's a cat on this roof

she is singing

she is making a shirt

its soft and full of colors

she is watching our family

and never thinking

we are proud to be her peers

enjoying sun, daily games and our own unique laughs 

its a perfect circle 

a fit in a tiny forest 

that will be unseen from the eye 

the usual eye, anyways

where's everybody

in a village counting the circus employs

on a lake, waiting the first circle

in the summer, having no thoughts

but not here

i managed to let everyone know i am not here

that i am not good for their tasks

i see lights, imaginary parties, some people are trying to help

but still, there is no one here

not today

i am counting the stars

i am taking some flowers home

maybe they have a language of their own and will let me know what is there to be learned

i am putting everything in a bag

and i wait

is the seaside still there?

is the sun still a thing?

are there any fruits in the tree that is standing outside this window?

i will paint something

maybe there i can convince someone to stay for a longer talk 

for a longer period of time

and build our own circus

our own balancing game

a bike to go from one city to another

with no tears in our eyes other than the ones made of joy

the trick is not to choose emotions, they some

but i would like to chose some

stay in a boat

sail a few kilometers with you

hear some music

and laugh like maniacs

#

do they have Christmas in the UK?

we all come in weird shapes

last night some kid dreamt he was a spider

dressed as one and stayed like that for weeks

i have a huge poster here that keeps falling

he wants to break free

now things get personal, like a train going around in circles

there's no meaning

we are all looking in the same mirror

seeing things different than they are

manifesting

manifesting telephone ringing
saying hello we re bar we need bar person
we need bar people in our bar
could you come for a talk
could we borrow you for one evening in our bar
serving people who come at the bar
having fun at the bar
hello
we re the bar you were looking for
we re never closed either
hello hollow
hello

ingles

it's great to have someone like you

who tells me what I have to do

and sticks around when I feel blue

and brain gives weirdest thoughts to chew

head to head

the sun is a killer in your city

it turns horses into hopes

the tiniest star in a gold bird that has no trace

it's 9:25

the one that hugged me as we were brothers it's still looking for my steps for my runaway

i am in this motherless tower

i am on this fatherless lang

planting strawberry trees for castaways

i am here, if you could only hear the waves I am making

it's summertime

that means either sadness or infinite joy

let's replace this infinite clock with an egg

my life is a dream within a dream and the one who's dreaming makes jokes and planes and has no name whatsoever

here's a fireplace

here's a shoe

here's a triumph

can I be your human in this rainy day full of festivals and carnivals and bird showcasing?

I will wait

count dragons and wish

for the ones who don't have a home within their own body

he dere's just Monday

we are watching the smallest ocean

a tiny animal carrying food to his brothers who are waiting on the other part of the skyline

a dog is waiting at the base of the tree

the chipmunk freezes and waits in patience

for the day to go by

she's called summer and she likes me back

2:31 am - I am imagining how I'm gonna fall in love 

with a girl who composes music and directs film

she has a cool car and will propose to go pack all my bags

then go at the sea for a day or two

we should make a band, one of us says one day

we already have a name for that

we should laugh until these falling stars will be all over this forest

and give and runaway

we already have a name for that

dressed as if you were from turkey

freckles flip-flops a tiny turban

or maybe not

being shy only to make feel 

eat the only sun available only to give it back to others 

you're a jellyfish

you're a tiny crocodile who prays to the blue birds

who who who will drink almost all the rain

who who who will just smile and never blame 

only the feathers have no fear

and tricksy lovers spelling

i am not here

although someone's breathing

and we already have a name for that

the postwoman

this postman is always loosing letters

people are suffering

not knowing what to do with their feelings, where to put them all

this post woman always throws away letters

not fearing consequences, silly words, police stations

she has her own plan that grows inside and sings blue lullabies

she sews other words and vows for those in need

their faces catch a new light knowing bliss will pay a visit in no time 

the wait

i am waiting for you

in my first morning on earth

in a morning at 11:38 after two hours of sleep

in a train station

in pain

unscared, I am waiting for you

counting wounds and looking over an infinite field that takes me to the next place

i am waiting for you at the circus

taming elephants, hearts and trumpets

in silence

praying for rain for those who need it most

i have a kite in my hands

i am the kite calmly going from here to there

with no words prepared

i am waiting 

love bombing / boom

holding my love bombing as it's a wild horse

runing for each drop of water

for each pile of mud

we are in the middle of the most beautiful rain seen by human eye

collecting clothes, emotions and diamonds

seening the ocean, being the ocean

we are stilling and no one is holding us back

go still, they say

love each other

and build a sand castle for all of us

their eyes are moving only when we are reciting poems

or eating half-baked vegetables

it's so beautiful here

the world it's so beautiful

we are here

witnessing a melody we don't understand

that is making all of use weep in the morning

and smile as the sun won't leave us

no matter how many kings will pay us a visit

no matter how many feathers will write us a note in the following morning

we are here

a poem about two boats on a river

a fish a sailor

a big sun

sea water

the freight carriers bring birds from all over the world and put them in my heart

they don't know there's no more room there

all sing to me, they tell me

forget, relax, for your own good

there are many rivers you would like

I won't get there, but it's a beautiful dream

death, make me brave

let me stay a little longer

everything is made out of love

even those leaving their homes

the furious bullies

the golf critics

don't go with the angels, they don't want to dance, it's a trap

but I'm afraid to tell you

look, I'm sending you cranes for when it rains

all sing to me, they tell me

forget, relax, for your own good

there are many rivers you would like

everything is made out of love

--

un pește un marinar

un soare mare

apă de mare

transportatorii de marfuri aduc păsări din toată lumea și le pun în inima mea

ei nu știu că nu mai e loc

toate îmi cântă îmi spun 

uită, relaxează-te, pentru binele tău

sunt multe fluvii care ți-ar plăcea

nu voi ajunge acolo, dar e un vis frumos

moarte, fă-mă curajos

mai lasă-mă puțin

totul e făcut din iubire

chiar și plecații de la casele lor

bătăușii furioși

criticii de golf

nu pleca cu îngerii, nu vor să danseze, e o capcană

dar mi-e teamă să-ți spun

uite, îți trimit cocorii pentru când plouă

toate îmi cântă îmi spun

uită, relaxează-te, pentru binele tău

sunt multe fluvii care ți-ar plăcea

totul e făcut din iubire

the cat

this is a cat being

this is the cat washing herself

this is the cat sleeping

this is the cat sleeping again

this is the cat washing another cat

this is the cat hunting

this is the cat loving her human 

this is the cat being loved nu her human

this is the cat jumping perfectly

this is the cat going out at night

this is the cat speaking with you

this is the cat eating

this is the cat making noises

this is the cat missing you

this is the cat drinking water

this is the cat sleeping

all seen

i've seen it all i've seen it all i've seen it all he says

i've seen it all i've seen it all i've seen it all the same 

the pain the graid the blame the rain

oh man, storytellers storytellers storytellers do not know the truth

every morning being rude to myself

to the birds to the lords to the hommies

to the soul to the roses

i've seen it all i've seen it all i've seen it all he says

200 milligrams

i feel like since yesterday you are landing into the relationship

sorry, i was on mars

looking for extraterestrial girls

but nothing there no girls no parties no carot

200 milligrams of hope

200 milligrams of lies

200 milligrams of someone is pointlessly fighting inside this soul

how low can one go

how low can i got

phishing for compliments for a companion 

here's a bus ticket

here are my piano chords

a bottle of alcohol for the man stuck on his island

our parents won't get us in this lifetime that's a făcut

rapping up

like a gift like a lover like a good talk

there needs to be something that hurts inside if you can listen to rap music

a bottle of alcohol for the man stuck on his island

200 milligrams of hope

make your own family

nothing's yours to keep

i've hurt with a tiny pistol

i've hurt when i thought i was rejected and left alone

what a great show to be part of

tomorrow is the next episode

tomorrow is the next episode

tomorrow is the next episode

be prepared

you are already prepared

200 milligrams of hope

200 milligrams of someone is pointlessly fighting inside this soul

how how can one go 

being patient

letting some love to get in

what happens happens

nature will know what to do with this pair of cute nobodies

today is a good day for friendship

200 milligrams of

200 milligrams of

200 milligrams of hope

saying something

overwhelmed overthinking paranoid

as if i have a sense that for a few hours some people intentionally turned against me

while doing the Heist - the secret project that Abel mentioned

and while i went through life constantly feeling that people think badly of me, that went as quite too much

please don't think badly of me

do you see me? 

i see you

i don't want this to end

here i finally have some possible head

even though i feel as If there's a weird kind of bird holding a gun against my head

holding a gun against my head 'aight

overwhelmed overthinking paranoid

as if i have a sense that for a few hours some people intentionally turned against me

maybe i just care too much

self-obsesed 

self-inflicted pain

self-inflicted spirituality

please don't think badly of me

while i drink this kinda poisened kinda bad kinda really fucked up liqueur

paranoid

paranoid

no friend to be there paranoid

film #1: tiny little pot being

father

feather

father had a fever

as in a big fever we took him to the hospital with one of those cars he died

we were so glad

hey. is there any, are there any, is there anything to say?

living in this boots of mine kinda makes me hate

sun and weather also pain

not so easily recalling them 

hiking viking king is who

one a bad of chocolate pillows thinking at some chocolate dreams

drinking beers and coffee beans

polar bears and also feels every tiny tender gesture and surprisingly notices and writes down in his journal made

out of golf and marinarea

the moment of now

the moment

of now

of the

moment of 

now

sleeping into another story

an rather old man on an Island is giving a shy flower to the only human there who happens to be a woman

does the same the next day 

and the next day

now she knows

the beauty machine

you have a beauty machine inside yourself

that sees beauty

makes beauty

multiplies it

as stars multiply at night

as cells multiply even some say people are growing old

you have a beauty machine inside yourself

no one wants to steal it or make a copy

of a copy of a copy of it

you have a beauty machine inside yourself

for three deers

and squirrels 

and me 

we use it on a boat

on sand

on sweet water

in a dream

on every step of the way

a beauty machine

there's a beauty machine inside yourself

molotof

i am the best friend i'm missing

i'm laying in a room besides an empty elixir bottle and a walkman

two hands are playing the piano for me

this is gonna make an explosion inside lost teens minds in the neighbourhood

and mine

we're going to travel on wild animals

while singing the same lines

a mole and a bear will show us the path

then they'll say they don't know it either

and will join our invisible gang for a century

this rivel gets anyone where he or she deserves

the city lights turn into enormous stars from time to time

kids break free

zebras brake promises

on the radio anyone gets its fair share of fame

one at a time

then the table does one more funky trick

and we start from scratch

after forgetting who we were not

unlonely

unlonely

on a rope

in kuala lumpur 

counting strawberries

and mornings going by

journaling next to a peacock

talking non-sense

there's a better forest next to this one

but we're not interested

we have enough water and hopes right here, i tell ya

i've seen a lot

forgeting one beat every day

names faces games played

everything becomes easier and easier

while time takes care of everything as an old friend

nurtures

renewes

embraces

as needed by the moment

time

some things take

time

time

time

time