Sucumb
(Alexandra Crisbășan)
Trebuia să fie gata ieri
(Alexandra Crisbășan)
Bad publicity
I'm a tourist every day, Breathing through a prisoner. I only come home when I travel, Only feel at home when love takes me away. A creature malfunctioning, Serving duty in a golden army, With rusting metal underneath And a plastic heart beating. There are: Too many messages In words that are shallow. Too many, [...]
Wind
What leaves you more bare than nude? Which pours like poison and walks like pleasure under your skin; It's that wind in your lungs, it sneaked through fleshless ribs. (Alexandra Crisbășan)
Holy shit
Your shit is holy when you wipe it with a - cross - my heart and hope to die; Fingers crossed behind your back. (Alexandra Crisbășan)
Hunt
there is no hunt without observation; no prey without desire, no predator without the courage to act out on fear. (Alexandra Crisbășan)
Întrerupt
(Alexandra Crisbășan)
Look around
(Alexandra Crisbășan)
Repară-te!
(Alexandra Crisbășan)
Reason to continue
You know, I think some people; Become artists when: They realize they’ve been running; Their whole lives searching. For something to give them a reason to; Wake up the next morning. Some become one with their circumstances And find their place within reach Suffocating those yet discovering. One’s life dream could be; a family. One’s [...]