Sunday, September 1, 2019

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








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