“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings were we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws … ” James Douglas Morrison

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence and manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn with tests, deaths, feasts, rites, stories, songs and judgements.

It hurts to set you free but you’ll never follow me …

This was the end …

The end of laughter and soft lies …

Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God !

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings were we had shoulders smooth as ravens’s claws …
… or black demons … red and black, but stil, mostly black … [Good morning, Sunshine ! ]

Da, Omul-lada-de-gunoi, un spectacol pe masura serii, un spectacol pe masura … evenimentului … ironic, ha?

… it’s just a dream, Jimmy, just a dream …

I’ll always
be a word-man
better than a
bird-man

No safety …

I’ll never look into your eyes (again) …

Desperatly in need of some stranger’s hand in a desperate land …

I touched her thigh and Death smiled …

Would you die for me ?

I had a trip …

Father – Yes, son – I want to kill you.

The end of nights we tried to die … This is the end …

The End

Si aparent i-ai dat si lui dreptate …

The End

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes…again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need…of some…stranger’s hand
In a…desperate land

Lost in a roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the king’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake…he’s old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we’ll do the rest

The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door…and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother…I want to…fuck you

C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
C’mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock
C’mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end …

“Increderea a devenit un lucru mai pretios ca aurul si mai sensibil ca sticla” – Ovidiu O.

Ai avut dreptate …

ADIO BY sau ADIOBY

Acum dansez pe-un fir de paianjen

Suspendat in intuneric

Si un ansamblu mare in fata mea ia viata

Un contur obscur

Splendid si gigant

C-un ultim pas ajung la forma

Incep sa explodeze miliarde de lumini

Scantei, scantei, scantei

Scantei in tot abisul

Si-n licarirea lor apare

Tarantula

E neagra, mai neagra ca abisul insusi

Mai neagra chiar si ca lipsa luminii

Cu ochi de sange viu si arzator

Si-atat de tare-i fierbe

Ca-n loc de lacrimi

Ies valuri mari de fum

De aburi sangerii ce-i inglobeaza capul

E-un demon sfant al mortii

C-o aura de sange

Pare-amenintator

Si, totusi, ma atrage

Refuz sa mai dansez

Ma duc in zbor spre el

Imensitatea-i scade in apropierea mea

Si cand ajung la el mi-acopera doar palma

Isi scoate-un firisor

Si fix din palma mea

Deasupra il ridica

Si din luciosul fir se nasc in intuneric

Alte mii de luminite

Scantei si scanteite

Ma uit halucinat la ploaia de explozii

Se raspandeste in abis

Ne inconjoara la fel ca celelalte

Imi vine sa dansez si sa le culeg pe toate

E prea multa lumina pentr-un taram de moarte

Ma-nfurii pe paianjen si dau sa il strivesc

Dar cand ma uit in palma

Splendida si giganta tarantula

Statea cu burta-n sus

A murit

Am ramas singur intr-un abis

Intuneric luminat

Lumina intunecata

Negru rupt de explozii

Explozii stinse-n negru

Ma-ntreb

Oare cate tarantule au murit aici ?

La cat de multe stele au lasat in urma

As zice sa sunt multe

Nu-i bine

Daca aici le este dat sa moara atunci

Nu-i bine

Ramane-n urma lor prea multa lumina

Ma-ndrept rapid spre stele si dau sa le culeg

Dar cand s-o iau in mana

Se stinge si dispare

Apoi numai cu ochii se pare ca le-omor

Ma uit adanc in zare si se asterne un

Drum lung de intuneric

Atunci ma-nvart turbat

Am gura numai spume

Si urlu infundat

Mi se inchid ochii si brusc

In juru-mi vad doar liniste si intuneric

Am reu…

Dar pana dau sa-mi termin gandul

Observ o licarire fix deasupra mea

Plutesc pana la ea si o privesc

E parca prea frumoasa

Si misca !

Are picioare !

… e imposibil

un pui de tarantula ?

Pai asta inseamna ca …

Aici nu-i cimitir

Nu-i un taram al mortii

Aici incepe viata pentru acesti mici monstri

O noua luminita

O noua tarantula

Le-am omorat pe toate

In afara de tine

Am sa te iau cu mine

Nu pot sa te las aici singur

Esti doar un pui, esti mic

Si ca s-ajungi gigant

Iti trebuie multa ura

Mult rau, mult intuneric

Deschide-mi vena…

Lasa-te purtat de val

Si ai s-ajungi in inima-mi

Acolo e perfect

E tot ce ai nevoie

Ba chiar ceva in plus

Cum sa ajungi gigant

Splendid si gigant

Cum sa devii la randu-ti

Un demon sfant al mortii

Fara sa te hranesti

Cu o iubire moarta ?

Devoreaz-o incet

Si cresti

Si cresti

Si cresti

Pana devii gigant

Splendid si gigant

Si-apoi in ziua aceea

Imi voi deschide inima

Si voi lasa pe cineva sa intre

Sa o-nfrunti si sa te-nfrunte

Abia astept sa vad daca si inima mea

Va deveni un abis negru

Sau un abis in care va straluci lumina