long run

Most of the times this is what you’re fighting for screaming for yearning to understand

but where am I wrong oh lord

but why won't the sun shine

the butter fly

my eyes

and I m tired of these same grey glasses

but where do we go from here and are we arriving somewhere there

most surely most often

and is it worth the price and can't we pay another

or turn back time

can't we be changed

I mean change

to greater fit with their values which in the long run are our own

even if we are running short

how about guessing the no’s from the lines of our skies

to the north through deeper eyes

we get what we seem to want

so we’d be better of

seeming to want what we want

to get it.

there.

OD&C

trains come and trains go

some will move out some in of your life

we’re not always schroedinger’s cat

sometimes we choose not to delay the road and take the train to forward land

wouldn’t I like to know where it leads or where I lead my track

wouldn’t I like to have the gift to read the stars or people’s eyes

which I find at times harder, more than the soul

but stepping out of the cage is a gesture

stepping into the light is a sequel, sometimes it’s cause and effect with no delay

sometimes I don’t have time to put the lyrics together so I leave it for yesterday and I live today

so forth with some answers unasked and so on with some answered questions

be them asked or not

consequences of time or of heavy hearts

of break throughs or of cravings

in the end, just jump up, you’ve payed the ticket.

my shoes

Things you will or will not understand,

In time.

Takes time and time is in the making

and we so often forget that we challenged some limits already,

That we fought some fights and won after all

even if the ashes don’t burn anymore.

And all the world to tell you how it was,

in that unwritten written book of the ghosts.

My child,

you won’t know so well before I depart

You’ll be sketching your own pieces in the dark

You perhaps condemn and refuse

Please whatever you do, don’t walk in my shoes.

It’s been a billion light years away

She died in a mirror and lived when it seemed

that wanting is wanting not something you want

But clothes mater only because they cover the heart

But not heal what is screaming to close on its own

Some wounds are forgotten some better are told.

They laughed but only to chase them away -

The tears and the fears, the sun of the day.

It’s been long, it’s longer still but at least

From where you’re standing all is missed.

at least she decided to wear on a sleeve

 the shutter the battle the holy encounter.

my kingdom her begging 

for otherwise my child,

how, I wonder, could you have been here to judge?

night night I cherish your dreams

kiss mommy and don’t be afraid of your fears.

cross-validare

in a world of perfectly equal possibilities we are all perfectly equal possibilities, perfectly equal to chose or to not chose, to be chosen or not chosen

in this world the choice of x over y is no more than the choice of y over z or of x over z

the combinations are as many as there are living bodies or living personalities within these bodies

so the only difference in choosing one over the other resides in that that one isn’t the other just as the other isn’t the other one

so the sum of differences would be equal to 0 in such a way that choosing becomes more a matter of personal preference and availability or approachability

and whom ever tries to disprove this simple observation usually finds himself in front of a stone wall that cant be nor broken into nor over-passed

a conational of mine named it the not to be explained mystery

he considered it would rip some of life s potentiality

but

as scientists

we are doomed to equations and solutions

where X Y AND Z in any constellation must provide valid results

therefore the choice belongs to the white monkey that perceives the rise from the four legged condition as illumination

only to welcome its automatisms and natural delays in thinking as biped foundations

and so we must ask on which criteria precisely would or could be judged

 what is, what is not and the forever what if, could it

unfortunately, WE are too often mesmerized by delusions of one type or another to see clearly what comes from underneath

it is plain

as you wonder your choice, some of your choices already belong to someone else

more even, some of your choices aren’t even your own because they are entitled to choices of their own and this is what they usually call free will

perfectly free by the perfectly equal nature of choice

another point in this discussion would be that of the demand

when all equals all and the importance goes as far as the chooser allows it to go

then how do you explain to the tiny being that perceives oneself as unique that they all are

and that onenesses nullify each other

we must be unique, necessary, interesting and without a doubt unlivable without

how did this story begin

from the filling of empty time

it happens in short moments of empty time that we question what the others are thinking

and a deeply I-sh part of us would like them to think about us, to  be the central element of their existence, the cornerstone, the one and the only one

while there are so many

why one and not the other

‘tis one question we have been asking since the beginning of time

instead of perhaps turning the point against itself and asking why not

some crave for answer and validation of the one and only story, narcissism if you may or the profound doubt that if not x than y

 then the cynicism

but we survived so for so long

until the choice shifted indeed from one to x z or another

or is it one now

some don’t admit usually what some don’t understand

what hasn’t quantity and cannot be touched with the hands or eyes

and the  need for proof

but in which form and how much in order to accept the choice

or just plain straightforwardness which would be even odder because we are  not accustomed to it .

man be thy name and doubting be thy stone

even in the mischievous form of a woman

The promise

my soul belongs to me but sometimes I lose my heart on the other side of the sleeve

lie to me don’t lie to me love me love me not

there was no weeping going around since the day she decided

to walk the earth round with the speed of time and turn back the momentum

wipe the tear before it’s settled down and choose my dimension

from all the gives and takes in the world how much to pull the line before there’s no more space behind it

not even for the canvas, for paint that revives in the making of the sweet surrender yet sweet approval

yet from where I’m standing language is a bit blind

still hear me internally

back forward answer

love

do you still

however

you know I’m crazy I never give up

they’ll be painting my face on the wall and throw virtual realities at it

I never give up

Maybe I’m made of iron and I am iron women

Maybe at one point I hated so much that I forced myself to love

Or maybe it’s just you love

But how can I deny

that

one inch away that string starts the song forgotten all over again and I hurt and smile in the same time

don’t see me with some blackened eyes

but do a gesture move some time or at least pretend to

sometimes

as harshly as I judge

I am not the one without faith

azi – maine

Ziua in care am murit adica cliseic maine

 s-a terminat dupa ce a inceput de fapt la o oarecare vreme dupa

Pentru ca nu vreau azi sa mint in liniste voi striga

Cerule

Cer acel strop de magie inapoi si-l dau cu dobanda

Nu, promit sa nu-l las zestre la nepoti m-am lamurit cu treaba asta de cand cu mama

Stiu ca daca nu sunt in sifonier le voi gasi dar relatia noastra double bind m-a ranit

Mama mutter un porc o vaca sunt si vor ramane vesnic animale de companie pentru unii

Si hrana pentru suflet

Sunt ceea ce visez iar din cand in cand beau apa ca sa nu mor de inanitie

Iar eu spre deosebire de copiii din africa n-am nicio scuza

Un peste din ocean m-au aruncat mai spune si tu ceva nu sunt in mediul meu dar daca astepti putin pot gasi o explicatie si pentru asta

Immer and forever bule de acid carbogazos altfel m-ar tine la aparate

Un junghi intre coaste ce straniu parca scapasem de ficat

Este centrul existentei mele va fi demult uitat

Dar in pretimpul ce a trecut de la inceput pana cand va voi spune povestea asta

Mai ramane ceva atarnat de tavan si anume un rasu adica

Pe intelesul tau

mi-am castigat mana cinstit role the dice love and have your say

daca pun o clepsidra pe tavan cum curge timpul spre mine sau spre tine ? daca te vad din coltul usii dintr-o parte de unde stiu ca cealalta parte e tot a ta de unde stiu unde se ascunde

vreau sa dorm am ascultat destul

am vorbit in gand

am sarit de pe poduri m-am inecat si rasculat si nimicit rani dintre timpi morti

iar azi  cu desavarsire asta insemnand implinire e maine

deci visit me at my funeral and dance november rain

holy

deci cerule

azi – maine ?

transcripts; slits part I

The very act of

measuring or observing which slit it went throw ment it only went throw one not both

what is matter marbles or waves and waves of what and what does the observer have to do with this

it's like the neutron decided to act differently as if it would know it was watched

it seemed like the observer collapsed the wave function simply through watching

any kind of measuring device no matter how small interacted with the neutron subsequently collapsing the wave