for us

magnolias were dying slowly along the road side. they were dying like the blinks of some eyelids over the black holes of gazes swallowing all the light around them. or like some butterflies. or like some waltz steps suddenly too tired of music. and in all this time on our soles grew paths, with their … Continue reading

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self-portrait

i am a strange animal. an animal on a high peak, seeking around it the meadows of sand washed by floods. and all i see are but the unearthed roots of the wind.   © 2015 Liliana Negoi originally written in Romanian

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your touch – sonnet

what words were ever whispered on my skin in time they all got washed away by sands no matter if obscenely soaked in sin or drier than the driest of the lands. what breath may have caressed my body lines dissolved within the wind and took with it the scent of all the evanescent signs … Continue reading

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