1.03 Summer

I hear you calling from the other side,
My bed becomes a bed of roses
Where sharp thorns hide,
And soonish my burgundy blood
Oozes unceasingly - like it's doomed,
And this still ground becomes mud,
And these deceiving sheets a tomb.

Is this heaven?
I believe in it,but not in my presence there.
This meadow covered by bloody-red poppies
Lays listless in front of me,
Despite a whipping wind whose echoes
Deep I feel inside my ribcage-
Suddenly, this question gives birth to a rage,
Unstoppable, unforgettable,born from countless woes:
This is nightmare, not heaven.
But, do you dare to care
That I'm wilting like a flower
In a scorching day of summer?

1.02 Paso Doble

Vreau sa fiu diavolul,
Care danseaza dansul,
Dansul aprins de focul nestins,
Un dans al tacerii prea mult strunite,
Un dans cu tocuri tocite si neiubite
De atata drum pustiu pana la casa ta.
Vreau sa fie un dans in doi,
Nu doar un dans cu mine si strigoi.

Vreau sa dansez
In prapastia osoasa si incinsa
A claviculei tale stangi,
Vreau sa ma catar pe peretii goi si nemangaiati –
Si sange sa curga din bataturile date
De atata mers pe drumul ambitiei,
Si sange sa curga din pantofi, iubite,
Sange sa curga din pantofii ce devin copite…