last breath sau cum caut cuvinte moarte pe buze inerte

PROLOG= i lose...
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.”_Chuck Palahniuk
...inima inceteaza sa mai bata din momentul in care te nasti...vorbim prin poezie,rime,iambi si troheu..pierduti printre file;gesticulam si construim o arhitectura de miscari...dansuri izvorate din emtoii,umblam in intunericul necunoasterii..o scrisoare expediata la o adresa gresita..prins intre 4 pereti..imbrancit si acuzat de anxietate si frica..Snow in Sahara
muzica pulseaza ritmul in inima ...transmite semnalul..adrenaline rush(aviz amatorilor suferinzi de hipertensiune arteriala)..Schimb rezerva stiloului si o iau de la capat...Unde am ramas??
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
Just a wish and i will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara

...Un juramant...redirectionarea intregului univers..batai firave si ritmice ale inimii;o linie melodica..sacrificiul.Este oare timpul reversibil in vis sau amintiri..memorie??in jocul ielelor alungam praful si pulberea sa cada pe ele.Au pocnit colturile gurii si sufletul meu radea cu o pofta nebuneasca
"esti nebun..visezi..viata ta se numeste visare...ce te tine in viata sunt fantasme...emotiile sunt impulsuri ale nebuniei tale...si ceea ce ochii tai vad..nu se numeste nicidecum REALITATE...te lepezi de ea ca de o haina in mijlocul drumuli...tu esti nebunia creata in cele mai mici detalii..imperfecte..nepotrivite..fara conexiuni;artificii violete..noaptea=anotimpul preferat in care copilaria ta isi face de cap..necenzurat..un arbore genealogic de stele ciuruind cerul..tristetea se lipeste cu super-glue de calcaie obligand umbra la tacere..imagini rupte,culese,prelucrate si inmagzinate in imaginatie"
"daca asta inseamna nebunie cu siguranta este pe placul meu..sa simti cum te dezmembrezi si intr-un gest sa te infasori cu mainile ca sa nu pierzi mirosul,senzatia ..bataile inimii..momentul in sine.un gest disperat;dar care lasa loc amintirilor sa se cuibareasca in memoria mea ..contribuind astfel la memoria universului"

"If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise.”