Farewell

It seems its over

You are leaving. I am Going.
It seems it's over

You changed me by someone else, you changed yourself into someone else

It' s over

dead and buried

and Now My hope resides in ghosts
and in your Wandering Soul

Denial

There are crappy days that you can just call " denial"
yesterday I had My Papers appointment, The thing to have the legal right to stay here. 11 Am I Go with era. no problem fpr er. at the entrance, tis big fat black Woman tat is one of the explanations of racism Comes and disturbs me... I get pissed. have to go back home and go back there. go p. waitfor 4 hours just to ear them say " sorry, go back home ude.. no more France for you"

There you have an explanation of wy do cars burn here... of why do frenchmen hate their own functonnaries. I wanted to burn tem all. see rome on fire And Leae, with the Hot brease behind me and the Wind on my fae, Full of anger, Of hate of sorrow...

at the end I felt een bad of aving to leave tis place, probably i will remain here as a silent man, Like All gypsies Wander th World....

I don' want to go this Way.....

You denied me, they did, now I want to Deny her....
It is time to Keep Walking.. but whats the sense of doing it if you just Walk towards your grave no matter where you go.....

I promised I wouldnt leave... I will hold on to that.
I prmised that I would go with you.
I promised I woumd give it a try

Brussel sprout

"Powerful Agnes and the brussel sprout fist"... Lyon, France. Autumn 2005

The Return Of the Jedi

Feli was back. he called. said hi and Sounded good.He looked all worn out but happy. he was there, alive, half dead without notice and Mad as if he always Was.

Winter has a funny effect on human mind. Unhappiness comes to the ones that have it all. I am a happ man, Yet not consumed. I am losing my favourite game knowing that I won the War I was fighting and having the certitude I will never losethe ones I love because love is not a matter of two people... but many. That's my main problem, Big hearts are lmade to store large amounts of names, faces, moments, memories, souvenirs and Love and Anger cause in the end, it's all love and anger.. like Sex between pigs.

I miss you. jealousy is a funny but dangerous game. when I sleep i see your face among hers and feel your touch among hers as we All do. Don't worry. you Will always be my sacred cow...I don't Worry, there's only one devil.. and that is me

In 1é days I Will be in Italy, somewhere looking for a boat in which I Will spend 12 hours To Durres, I will see Your land and Feel the absence of mine. I Will discover your world Because I believe in the not yet Written History of us, Binded alltogether between Anger and love.. In other words.; sublime Sex.

I dont like that last word. But it is so shocking....

Would you Drink a Martini with me? There on the beach, Being pepere as you Taught me to say, there, in the sand that looks like rocks? Would you take me to the north? not there.. up, to the stars?

I am so glad To be back with you.. I am so glad to look into your eyes and not the that thick Ice being unbreakable again...

I am happy. yet jealous.

But without jealousy.. Life wouldn't be this fun with you

and Without you... You know how life would be like.

I am Off, To moscow, to italy, to albania

To your world.... to get lost with you.. there, somewhere no one knows

Eiffersucht

Jalousie

La jalousie est comme une paire de bottes, un article luxuex et elegant a emporter qui apres un moment fais mal au pied car tu te retrouve pas avec une pierre mais un rcherqui danse entre tes orteils

I met Jealousy. I met Hate. I met Anger
Never Fuck With a gypsy they Say
Never pretend to live in the time of the gypsies

Never DARE Look Me in the eyes, for I Will See the filth in you

With love. and True Love
Me, The Prince of Muntenia

"now you died and life, has bloomed again her sense"