DANA IOANA

DANA IOANA 

YOU LISTEN TO ME...

You listen to me from up there where it's just blue

I am a poem in motion born in the zodiac of the prodigal son

I'm asking you for words to draw a story

You claim my lines to calligraphy a poem

Break the sea in a winter arfade

And the clouds in the transparent steam cushion leave

in the next dimension

From everywhere and nowhere

And then only the light in the eyes of the other can tell us if there is smoke between mirrors

Wishing you maybe too much in one life

Greet me fondly

Round trip.

I LOVE THE DREAM...

I love the dream above when I put my heart on what planet I find

We're crazy with turtles from an abnormality of life

I assume the decerebration of you as a theory of compensations

Sometimes words run alone when they write out of despair of affect and we are in two divided by the fragility of the daily

And I feel reduced to the microbe stage when I play the game of radioactive disorder

All shadows in the light

DANA IOANA