unui pestisor de aur in vacanta

imi doresc sa fiu ca marea
de fiecare data altfel
intotdeauna aceeasi

sa salt ca boabele de orez
la nunta cand ma uda ploaia

sa ma apar de mainile cutezatoare
cu unduiri fosforescente de licurici

sa cant si sa rasune nisipul ce-l rascolesc pe fundu-mi
dar doar acelora care au cutezat
sa isi apropie urechea

si daca tot sunt deschisa sa pot sa
incerc rezistenta, fricile intrusilor
cu verdeata-mi umeda si incolacitoare ca sarpele

imi doresc
sa-mi dau voie sa fiu sarata, neclara si zgomotoasa

Exit your mother's shoulder (a title that came to me in my prolonged dreams)

There’s nothing wrong with mixing old and new, with combining different furniture styles, colours and patterns. Anything that is in your taste will automatically fuse to form an entire relaxing environment. A home does not need to be planned down to the smallest detail or contrived; it should be an amalgamation of the things that its owner loves and feels at home with. – Josef Frank