There's this man I know

There's this man I know
He lives downstairs
He asks me Who I Am every time he sees me entering the building
But he smiles like he recognizes
the past

And he is always surprised
Am I really who I pretend to be

Who Am I

I tell him again, being a bit insecure
I'm not sure if he really doesn't remember anything

That's so neat, you are so young and talented, he says
He says that every time
He doesn't know me at all

Now he doesn't get out as much

I've heard he's lost his appetite
I'm not sure if it's because his memory fails him
or he just doesn't like the food anymore

Sometimes, if you're not afraid to look into his eyes
You can see someone else
watching you

Reumatism (sau după Secetă)

Amintire udată

doare când

plouă deodată...

Down the RaBBit wHole

Creating the whole. Creating the dream. Catching the eye of your doubt. A dust-speck-of memory is enough for all. Happily ever-now. I miss my changing perspective on the world.
Stuck with an alluring smile. Hopefully.

How far does a rabbit dig its hole?

Spaţiu/timp

Am un castel. Mă ascund acolo când lucrurile merg prea bine sau prea prost. Caut răspunsuri pe pereţii plini de tablouri şi de strămoşi. Eu cunosc puţini oameni din familia mea, dar e de ajuns să le privesc ochii verzi pictaţi.

Din afară e o cetate neagră, ruinată, să înşele căutătorii de aur.

O mie de gânduri şi un zâmbet.

Alerg de colo colo şi descopăr că în castelul meu e cât spaţiu vreau. Şi cât timp vreau.

(lipiţi aici o poză cu un castel de nisip sau din alte roci mişcătoare ca să vă amintiţi mai bine)