Manuscrise de la Marea Moarta

Nu-mi esti tata, iubite; iar, tata : nu-mi esti tata.
Mi-am fost iubit cat nu mi-ai fost,
Si am trait
Mi-am fost si tata, caci tu nu mi-ai fost vreodata.
Si n-am iubit cat te-am iubit,
Si n-am trait cat am murit.
Imi ceri sa mor tu, oare,
Inc-o data?
Imi ceri sa mor de'ndata?
Cu ce drept
Pretinzi tu asta
Iubite...?
Tata?

Te-astepti sa ma-nnec intr-o apa prea sarata...
Risti s-asculti si tu iubite
Ecou de lebada moarta...

Vous allez me perdre

You walk on the thinnest type of ice, slowly swallowing the addictive pill called "chase", as being enslaved by a master named "hypocricy". You live somewhere in between the safest form of simplicity and the efervescent taste of pure decadence, as you sip from a perfect mixture between ambrose and cyanide - you are allowed entrance into both a home, and a bordello. Somewhere in the middle of obedience and seduction, you are permitted to wear both the fragrance of what you reffer to as "love" and the tempting fragrance of sin and lust. You are permitted too much, my love. Somewhere in between stardust and dirt, you enjoy the touch of an angelic figure, as well as the one of the eternal seductress. You see, dear, how more sensational is the unsattled ride of a wild horse, than only the view of a pure-breed? Truth is, lover, i shall always be one of those wild beasts that just can't be tamed. No, you yet can't see all this, for appreciation only stands within loss - and loss shall be yours to take.
Vous allez me perdre

Teatru

Durerea, opus al placerii!
Un strugure acru
De la-nceputul verii
Un sambure de sacru
In bataia brizei serii...

Placerea, ideal nevinovat!
Un deliciu interzis
Precum un sarut furat
Divinul nepermis
Scaldat in sange de pacat...

Dorul! Ateu precum amorul!
Brodat cu fir de aur
Vidul cel ce umple golul
Nepretuit tezaur!
Actor ce-si uita rolul...

Dorinta! Sclava-ncatusata!
Gheisa de otel
Credinta-i renegata
Intr-o-ncapere de motel
O fila alba inramata.

Teatrul!... teatrul...
Placerea din durere
Indulceste iarasi acrul
Si amorul iar il cere;
Profan ce nimiceste sacrul!

Aparte...

si curge din tine versul, fara rima, rost sau sens
cum curge din mine-acum, acel sange mult prea dens
si ma privesti cu interes, dezintegrandu-ma in tine
tu esti rege printre morti, sunt amanta-ntre regine.

iar eu iti port coroana, tu-mi porti crucea, si-nduram
legati la ochi, printre cadavre, inceput-am sa valsam -
si cu glas scazut am spus, privind spre-acelasi zeu ateu
"ti-am sapat mormant, iubite, sap-acum si tu al meu"

tu in loc sa-mi sapi mormantul,ai sapat mai mult al tau
m-ai strans in btrate si-am cazut, fara sunet sau ecou
si-asa, doi morti au inviat, in caderea lor spre moarte
el - un rege-ngenuncheat, ea - amanta sa aparte...

Gol...

goala e camera, si goala sunt eu
ecoul a nimic rasuna...
prin vene imi curge, sange de-ateu
iar golul imi sun-a minciuna...

goala mi-e mintea, la fel si cuvantul
iar zgomotul se pierde...
gol mi-e paharul, precum imi e gandul
si ochiu-mi deschis nu mai vede...

goala-i seringa si gol esti si tu
gol mi-e si versul de mult...
gol mi-e glasul cand strig un ultim "nu"
gol mi-e sicriul si moartea mi-o cant...

"V"

(She) - Lover, I beg you let go. For I am as infatuated with you as the hopeless coutresan is to the carnal pleasures she sells. I am as guilty as the most self-conscious sinner is for this feeling, still I can't seem to be able to let go of it...of you. My dear, I love you so, and the pleasure of loving you is hurting me so much, that not only me whole being in in the deepest state of pain, but so is my body while craving for your eternal presence. Oh, sorcerer, release me from your spell, as even the most cruel desert releases the lost ones from the bittersweet illusions he selfishly wraps around them.
(he) - Stay still and keep silent, beautiful; for I wish to kiss your lips once more.
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(she)- Lover, I'm down on my knees, and again I beg for freedom. My love for you is eating me up inside, and I need you like the end needs a beginig, and night needs day. I crave for you like the sun craves for the moon and as the Devil craves for his God. Like the slave needs the master, like the pleasure needs the pain...to exist, is what i need you for. As alfa to omega, and as life to death, we are - you are. I want you no longer, I need you forever. Let go or I shall lose common sense, for my love is so much more powerful than my perpetual nothingness. Your whole being fills me up, but I find myself in the position of being a cup so small, that's unable to find place for all that ambrose you provide. Please, lover, have mercy and leave now...
(he)- Don't move and keep quiet, beautiful ; for I wish to hold you near once more.
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(she)- Devil, I'm burning as I still feel your lips over mine and your hands into mine. I'll end up bursting in flames, for you have cruelly sentenced me to this. Why, lover, do you insist on softly ripping me apart? With your kiss and your touch you have taken away my last drop of will. I surrender to you, God, I shall die within your arms. Dear poet, rewrite your song, there still is time. Recreate the ending, for the one you have chosen is too sad. "She died" - he said, the drunken poet. "overdose of love and opium, passion and absynte - on the cold floor, alone, in his arms...she died". Don't let her die, Creator... give back her life, Destroyer!
(he)- Don't think, and no longer speak, beautiful, for I wish to find myself inside of you once more
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(he)- I'm leaving, beautiful. And so, I give you back your peace.
(she)- Don't you dare walk through that door,lover. I'm dead, and so are you, though we're both more alive than we ever were. You did this to me; you had torn apart the barriers between life and death inside of me - I am in no mans land, I am nobody, I have no name, nor age. I have no life, nor death - no time and space. I'm in your world now, for you have brought me here, and I wish to stay. My name is Doe, and so is yours, and that makes us man and wife. As Adam and Lillith, we are rulers over a land of eternal nothingness. We are rulers over passion and sin, and flesh and blood. We are gods to the devils and devils to ourselves. We are eternal and so we shall be, somewhere in between existence and...void. You made me this, and now I accept it. I have no body, and no soul, and I've become, just like you, a concept, an idea - powerful through inexstence in the material world. I am you- I have taken your name. We are one. Now you must take me.
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- Say my name, beautiful, and I shall.
- Vendetta.

Tu...

Esti ca o masca venetiana ,
Scaldata-n sange de mult mort,
Iar cu rusine spun din nou...
Inc-as vrea sa te mai port

Esti ca o mare-nflacarata,
Sacldata-n sange si petrol,
Iar cu tristete plang din nou...
Mai iau o gura de alcool

Esti ca un inger decazut,
Manjit, pe-alocuri, de noroi,
Iar cu regret imi amintesc
De cand eram, in Rai, doar doi.

Esti poate-o floare putrezita
Roza fara de petale,
Iar eu cu ura, ncet, strivesc...
Albina ce-ti tot da ocoale.

Esti ca un mort ce viu graieste
Fragmente dintr-o amintire
Iar eu refuz sa te privesc...
Te-as invia cu o privire.

Dar nu-ndraznesc, nici sa te port
Nici sa mai beau, nici sa privesc...
Nici s-amintesc, sau sa strivesc
N-o sa-mi permit...sa te iubesc