Falling

(Falling Angel by Elena Kalis)

Centrul pamantului este sub copita stanga a camilei mele

Zicea el ca in desert numai umbra ramane. Restul piere sub soare si sub nisip. Scorpioni de foc ce se furiseaza in noapte si iti infiereaza sufletul, sa te recunoasca paznicii cand incerci sa evadezi. Miros sufocant de smirna. Dinti micuti ce sfasie bucati de curmala ca dintr-o carne invizibila. Zornaind prin blana, degete lungi se furiseaza. Fumul isi schimba directia.

Ziceam eu ca sunt apasator de multe stele pe cer. Si nici una nu arata nordul. Danseaza, danseaza in fundul ochilor mei si rotocoale de lumina inegala ma transporta in vis peste aerul inselator. Oaza este acolo unde omul pune piciorul in pamant si zice ca este. Oazele nu sunt despre apa, ci despre oameni.

Zicea el ca am cortul prabusit.

Ziceam eu ca daca nu esti macar o data zanatic, inseamna ca mori fara sa fi vazut vreodata zane.

Golden Fish

I haven't written in a while. In the meantime, I talked to a golden fish:

I will write again. Before I forget how. Before my neurotic stutter affects my writing.

Let the dream begin

Mirrors. Smoke. Candles scattered about. Pianos. Black cats. Chains. Music. And above all... masks.
Mine is slipping away. And this fills me with a dread as black as night. I hide trembling in my cave of solitude where no ray of cruel sunshine tears away at the fabric of my dreams.

Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight,
The darkness of the music of the night.

Predator fangs coated in honey

"A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than dawn." (Rudyard Kipling - The Jungle Books)

Smile your different smiles for me

I think about you and your apple red cheeks and your curious sparkling eyes. I mostly think about you when you smile your different smiles, when you make me giddy with the tinniest twitch of your lips.
And how you glisten. Oh, how you glisten in the peeking sunlight.

She came one day, with strawberries in her hair and reached for the moon, jumping up and down, punishing the earth for not letting her fly. I sat on my branch and I smiled my all-knowing bitter smile. Inside I was mesmerized, spellbound by this new woman-child who came in stomping her feet and demanding everything. I froze in terror for a while.
Then I descended from my tree and studied the little creature who laughed and crinkled with each step she took. She had a silly dress made of bells, tiny bells sewn together for the sole purpose of never letting me sleep peacefully again. I snorted. This can't be it! She can't just waltz in and take over my world. I am Mighty Cat. She will obey my icy stare.
Just as I was about to go back to my place of wise ruling, small liquid diamonds appeared in her big brown eyes. And to my utter dismay, I found that I couldn't go back anymore. I turned around to the sound of her sniffles that threatened to tear holes into my heart. I let her pet me. She smiled.

That day I realized I would never love another more or even as much. I just cannot. It is a metaphysical impossibility. It involves apples.

The cat and the moon

Black as desire, white as dream.
I am Blackfox with the eyes of a cat. Longing, loving, chasing, never giving up. And I will get my Moon.



Someday.