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Oana Tasca

MY MIND

Too many ideas in my colourful mind.

So many sounds,

a stormy symphony of stories,

images, notes, and flying words.

They push through with arrogance

and climb up on lianas

falling from my fantasies.

Pindaric flights,

blinding lights,

loud shades.

It's Chaos!

pure and perfect

Confusion!

Disaster!!

Excitement in the vibrant written letters,

an enchanted thrill,

overflowing with possibilities.

A Universe gathered in it.

Virtually, anything,

Concretely, anyone.

I AM EVERYONE!

I AM EVERYTHING!

Winged words hover

the cages of meaning

others lock them in.

Fly away!

Be free,

ephemeral and everlasting.

Leap from skyscraping cliffs

towards neverending darkness.

Don't fear Oblivion!

Turn off the lights,

hide the stars,

cover the silver moon.

Give back the gloom

to the world

and feast on the unknown.

Consume the answers to life

and spit-up senseless dreams.


It's one of those nights

when you see the infinite beauty of pain,

the elegance of tears,

the harmony of a broken heart.

It's one of those nights

when the weight of light

is unbearable.

In the dark caves

that draw the mountains of my mind,

the flowers of poetry bloom.

They lurk in remote spots

to be watered by sights and dead love.

What is all this?

How can green plains

collide with stormy seas?

The grey city

blend with the misty wood?

Rays of shadows

light up everything

and feed the worlds I create.

Paintings which write new frontiers,

with mixed and clashing colours.

And this mysterious place

is decorated by glass jewels,

vintage pieces,

and dusty books

that smell of the past.

A golden powder lingers in the air,

tangible trace

of irrepressible magic.

Catastrophes with the force of a fire

breathe in,

from this motionless window,

the vital-breath to life itself.

And I look at you,

quiet and absent,

while a world is building around you.

I've never felt closer to you...

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