IULIA GHERGHEI

IULIA GHERGHEI

FIRST PRAYER

I open my ear to you

Whisper your secrets to me!

From your dark velvety cloth

unfold your vibrato

to my huge bleeding inner ear

Pour one drop after another in a downfall

of black holes swallowing galaxies like there is no tomorrow

this time in a reverse manner

Pour your symphonies

Blast by blast

String by string

Vibrato with vibrato

Universe after universe

Break the deafness that builds dark matter ceilings in the way of your light

THE ANATOMY OF SPRING

Already spring

For days, the blue sky  was announcing

A new season

The birds caught their song from a blessed wind or maybe Cupidon himself brought

The chirping back with his arrows

Already spring

New broken veins on my feet

A map of little deaths preparing me for the leap

Into a forever spring

Yes, I have decided

Death is a sea of hyacints

A field of tulips

A waterfall of white petals soaring

Whirling, covering all ruins

Already spring, my cravings for green blades of grass, fully dressed in green trees, large smiles stretching the wrinkles of winter...

My cravings are finally over, forgotten, melted in the pot of all seasons

In every cell of my flesh spring builds its nest

Little wings of hope will elevate my mood

Already spring and I am wearing red shoes

EVENING WITH CONTRABASS

All the women from that place

Were smelling of opium

Opium

Opium

Opium

Once I've almost fainted due to this fragrance

This time I've started to cough

All of the sudden

While the poet was whirling his lips so roundly

In his far away Spanish

I've stepped back from the stage with a kind of anguish

A hatefulness on these poets' women

The debauchery was bursting out from under their bangs

It seemed that a sort of pair matching was taking place

The last year mistresses were looking for fresh new budding poets

The poet, Spanish to the core, except his name

Was typing furiously and the contrabass kept him company

The muses took place one by one in front of him

And he successfully pretended to be inspired by them

The chanteuse had her skirt splitted up her waist

Enough to inspire even the walls

I've left

That damned perfume was knotting my respiratory routes

The poets were already cuddling the nude of the contrabass

Opium

Opium

Opium

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

It was one of those days when

The victims, my victims

Piled in the back of my mind

Have gathered forces and started haunting me

They made the walls crumble

The floors got fluid

I was walking but also swimming and kind of drowning too

No, it wasn't the house of horror

No deceitful mirrors either, they've been previously broken

The shards  pierced my soles

And I was still jumping up and about

When the skeletons

laughing like crazy

decided to visit me

They joined the victims crowd

And started playing the amnesia game

I SHOULDN'T MURDER MY SISTER

I shouldn't murder my sister

The imaginary one, of course

She was nice and we had great conversations

The white walls were always her inspiration

She would paint horses

Talking horses, at least that was my impression

They had verses around their mouths

I remember asking her if they could fly

She leant her head to the right

Like a painter

No, that is a cliche

It is enough that rhymes are hanging from their snort

And then, just then I killed her

I wasn't furious or frustrated or anything

Only that her imagination was tight around my skin

IULIA GHERGHEI