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08
Dec
14

all I want

 

I can hear you tear drops falling over the transparent hull of desires,
I can see your hands sculpting masks into the putrid wood of time
And all I want is to escape from this world
In a drawing of yours made when you were a child…

23
Nov
14

Solveig

Solveig
Solveig, my sister in death
I’m crying now with snowy tears
Time’s fire in burning my breath
Tight in my fist I keep your fears
I write you with closed eyes my vow
And with tied hand I write my song
I carry in my teeth your silence
And your deep secrets in my womb
I keep your wisdom in my temples
In death you are vivid the most
Although you often seem so lost
In destiny’s intricate flow
Solveig, my sister in sorrow
Solveig, you my tender witch
My sister from beyond the world
With your hope you are so rich
Your pain is radiating gold
You, waiting-woman, carry on
The naked body of my voice
Without words without invoice
Solveig, you my cloudless cross,
My sister in fate form across,
I bound my eyes with your hair
To hide away all my despair

To hide away all my despair
I bound my eyes with your hair
My sister in fate from across,
Solveig, you my cloudless cross,
Without words without invoice
The naked body of my voice
You, waiting-woman, carry on
Your pain is radiating gold
With your hope you are so rich
My sister from beyond the world
Solveig, you my tender witch
Solveig my sister in sorrow
In destiny’s intricate flow
Although you often seem so lost
In death you are vivid the most
I keep your wisdom in my temples
And your deep secrets in my womb
I carry in my teeth your silence
And with tied hand I write my song
I write you with closed eyes my vow
Tight in my fist I keep your fears
Times’ fire is burning my breath
I’m crying now with snowy tears
Solveig, my sister in death.

23
Nov
14

Heresy in nobody’s land

Night was coming in the citadel
Women were lighting candles for their strayed men
Old people were confessing to stones
The outcasts were executing tumbles
Children were tolling the bells just for fun, slinging the stained glasses
I took out a piece of clay from my pocket and I devoured it
Someone was throwing bones at me, hitting my face with withered grass

I sat down on the steps of temple, I stopped the passers-by
I asked them where the sunset was and they showed me a mound of ruins
I asked them where the north was and they showed me snow-bound roads
I asked them where the south was and they showed me the sunken ships
I asked them where the sunrise was and they laughed at me
I didn’t dare ask anyone about you…

There was a smell of curse in the air,
I slept on the stairs of the temple and dreamed
A dream wherein I was setting the sky on fire

I didn’t know which way to look for you
I didn’t even know who you were
I was trying to guess the number tattooed on your heart
I saw your arms burnt by the sun, your face sculpted by winds
Your sights furrowed by thunders
I heard your voice gabbling magical words
Somewhere in field from the Northern lands

The fire was drawing your shadow onto my caverns
You were digging tunnels trying to find me
I was hearing the fuss of your body
The noise of your boots clamping through the years’ ashes
I was hearing your breath, your mute yell
Your desire was imprinting bleeding traces on my skin

You were going astray through a deep wood
Somewhere on a continent from sunset
Snakes were rutting around you
I didn’t know your face and name
But I could guess the temperature of your voice
The ardour of your touch
I could feel the taste of your lips
The smell of your skin
And I knew I must find you at any cost

We had to see the Sunrise embraced
To take at least the last meal together
To share with each other the last bite of clay
And to devour it there on the stairs of the temple
Before falling asleep forever and dreaming each one on his own
A dream wherein we are setting the sky on fire.

02
Oct
14

my favorite paintings

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This experimental painting has been made of fragments and small pieces my favorite paintings belonging to the Dutch school.




copyright Ilinca Bernea

Motto:

"For moral reasons ... the world appears to me to be put together in such a painful way that I prefer to believe that it was not created ... intentionally."
- Stanisław Lem

"The most henious and the must cruel crimes of which history has record have been committed under the cover of religion or equally noble motives".
- Mohandas K Gandhi, Young India, July 7, 1950

“Organized Christianity has probably done
more to retard the ideals that were it’s founders
than any other agency in the World.”
– Richard Le Gallienne

"I distrust those people who know so well what God wants them to do because I notice it always coincides with their own desires." - Susan B. Anthony

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