sâmbătă, 19 iunie 2010

Tren / Vis

Momente de liniste, in care numai zgomotul provocat de loviturile puternice ale rotilor de metal cu sina, facea peisajul sa ramana treaz.
Ochii obositi, pleoapele aproape cazute care tremurau cu scopul de a se deschide la alte turbulente auditive decat cele normale, faceau calatorii sa inainteze intr-o adanca lume a viselor.
Acolo unde fiecare om poate fi ce isi doreste.
Vibratia trenului face acum parte din scenariul fiecarui vis.
Fie ca e o strada intortocheata, cu lumini tremurande...dar blande ce ascund misterele unui roman politist de succes, ori fie ca e vorba de un izvor care a izbutit in lupta lui de mii de ani cu o roca dura, iar acum isi scalda succesul intr-o cascada uimitoare...acestea sunt momentele noastre de escapada din viata.
Revenind la imaginea vagoanelor luminate de o scanteie galbuie...observam inaintand pe coridoare o vijelie de emotii concentrate intr-o lumanare sustinuta de doua manute fragede.

duminică, 13 iunie 2010

Durere.

Lacrimi taioase asemeni cioburilor tocmai maruntite ii crestau amintiri dureroase in suflet...
Inima franta isi spunea povestea printre suspine si sughituri innecate de strigate puternice.
Dorinta de a evada din propria viata, din propriul corp, sau suflet ii ardea pieptul.
Degetele tremurande ii zgariau obrajii in incercarea de a alunga urmele suferintei.
Pulsul inimii crestea cu fiecare centimetru cub de sange care era aruncat prin atrii si ventricule.

Circ social.

Cu pasi calculati si sfiosi inainta in marea de fericire. Nu stia cum sa reactioneze, privea uluita in jurul sau si nu isi dadea seama cum de toata lumea se simtea bine in acea invalmaseala. Bratele zburau in aer, degetele se catarau pe moleculele de oxigen, iar corpul trecea printr-o vibratie puternica. Suvite din parul multicolor al necunoscutilor se imbinau intr-un puzzle nesfarsit.
In colturi, indragostiti fara inhibitii isi descopereau corpurile cu mainile tremurande, iar buzele se lipeau si se dezlipeau cu sunet de molfaituri puternice. Cu ochii inchisi simteau fiorii primelor clipe de iubire.
Ochii ei inocenti priveau intreg circul social cu o curiozitate irationala.
Emotiile unui inceput, emotiile unei descoperiri, emotiile vietii, toate veneau si plecau din inima ei, asemeni trenurilor grabite intr-o gara pierduta, insa, cu o viteza inexplicabila.

duminică, 6 iunie 2010

Morning cofee.

- He is like morning cofee to me !
-But you don't drink cofee...
There was a painfull silence that made the room look deeper and deeper.
-I know... you mean me, right?
The second girl putone finger on the little teapot.
-I mean you.
Again silence.
-You know, the blonde haired girl said : I might be wrong.
-Are you ?
There was a lost sigh that started to dance in the air.
-One morning, he left without the lunch, or the cofee. He prepared me the medcins, just like everyday, and he left. I think that he lost a black rose on the ground.
-How can you know that he lost it?
-That's easy. There were black rose petals and leaves on the floor...
The listener was amazed.
-What have you done after all ?
-I asked...you know..
-And?
- " I was in a hurry. That was my boss's birthday." he said.
-Black roses for birthday ? What ?
-I found out, after an amount of time...that he went to a funeral.
The " what " feeling was pressing the oxygen in the air. The girls could barely breath. The teller because of what she was going to say, and the listener because of what she was going to find out.
-This is one of the death secrets of my life.
The girl with the red bracelet was biting her lips.
-He and one of his ex-girlfriends have killed a lady. That lady was working at the bank. The ex was fired because that girl said she had done something wrong.
-Oh my god...
-The ex, myself, you ... and this...my...boyfr..murderer. Just we know.
After moments and moments of unbroken silence..
-So, I guess...he really is like my morning cofee.
- He does...not exists !