but it seems you're never around to see
how sunrise washes my face.
escaping...
I hide from those one thousand eyes
that we see
wait
invent and re-invent
just like how I invent you in warm colors:
your eyes appear purple now,
the water that slips over temples
evaporates...
leaving salty taste on my lips
diluted with the american coffee -
water, far more than magic potion -
Myself, more human than angelical,
You, just an illusion
at the end of the 5 minutes
at the end of the 5 minutes
where you seem impossible to reach.
where did you come from, wonder?!...
what is your formula,...
and how did you dissapear,
how can you drain like ashes
and scatter, through my closed fists
and scatter, through my closed fists
when every morning
I write a scenario line
just for the two of us...
//
ma pictezi in culori de toamna,
dar nu esti niciodata sa ma privesti
cum ma scald in rasarit.
evadez...
si ma ascund de mii de ochi -
cei pe care ii vedem
cei pe care ii asteptam
cei pe care ii inventam -
la fel cum te inventez in culori calde:
ochii tai imi apar acum purpurii,
apa care-mi traverseaza tamplele
se evapora...
am gust de sare pe buze
se dilueaza cu cafeaua lunga -
mai mult apa decat licoare magica -
eu, mai mult om decat inger,
tu, iluzie...si atat
la capatul celor 5 minute
la care nu mai stiu de unde sa te iau.
de unde ai aparut minune?!...
care iti e formula,...
si cum te-ai stins,
cum te scurgi ca scrumul
printre degetele mele inclestate
cand in fiecare dimineata
am o frantura de scenariu
pentru noi...
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