Vreau sa dau un martisor unei femei din trecut. Si m-am gandit, ce-ar fi sa-i scriu o poezie in cinci minute, care sa-i placa si s-o doara in acelasi timp, caci numai asa poti ajunge la sufletul ei, sau, cel putin, acolo unde ar trebui sa fie un suflet?

In the country I sprouted in

today iz da day

when boys give grlz

a li’l smthg

to awaken their soul from hibernation

and prepare them 4 sweet summer sweat.

Well, it was actually yesterday,

but so is our luv

and u weren’t exactly punctual

when I used to live between your thighs.

Still remember how you did not like it

when they touched each other

so you started to wear my long underwear,

then my T-shirt,

then my heart on your sleeve.

No other woman has ever been so

effervescently

a total bitch and supreme goddess

all into one

not even zoso

and nobody else will probably

ever make me taste pleasure and pain

so wholesomely sewn together

because no other woman

has ever held so much power over me

only to piss it so serenely

into the summer wind.

You never called me on my birthday

or Christmas, when I gave you my heart,

or NYE, when someone else returned it.

Now that I have white hairs in my beard

I could never be with you again

I will not call you on your birthday,

even though you put it in your hotmail address

and I will not let my children, when they’ll B born

play with yours.

Surse: yt