![]() |
Agonia.Net | Policy | Advertising | Contact | Participate | |||||||
![]() |
|||||||||
![]() |
|||||||||
|
agonia.net ![]()
· Dan Coman and Serban Axinte, Sunday, Novemeber 23rd, 2008 at Dekos Literary Circle
Article
Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
Round Table
|
- - -
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-06-09 | | I'm tired to be awaken by sounds of ambulance, these signs of illness and approaching death. My world is a hospital where needles are currency and pills are seat belts, that supposable insure my safety. I'm tired to be awaken by crying voices and lifeless smells. My chambers are chapels full of prayers, are border lines, between morgue and life. My clothes are stuck to my skin as shell is glued to the snail and my eyes are sunk in darkness as sand is, on the bottom of the sea. The thick glass of the window whispers to me, promises of liberty and tempting loves. I wish I'd separate from this dying body, from this synthetic environment I survived so far, and begin a voyage where time is meaningless and matter is gone. I'm tired to be awaken, every time I die.
Views: 269
|
|||||||||
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
||||
| Home of Literature, Poetry and Culture. Write and enjoy articles, essays, prose, classic poetry and contests. | ||||||||||
Reproduction of any materials without our permission is strictly prohibited.
Copyright 1999-2003. Agonia.Net
E-mail | Privacy and publication policy