January | 2022 | Andrada Costoiu

We doubt everything,
Except you.
We can’t deny you even if we wish,
Your work is written in blood.

You inspire me.

You bring us great spiritual transfiguration,
You bring us love, desire,
You bring us life.

You’re shaking, spinning and trembling with giddy generations.

You define the past with its theories and progress,
And the future with its visions and its dreams.

Time: the collector of debt,
Now and then,
From me, from you, from all of us.

*******

Forget the petty,
Focus on life,
Focus on you.

The history of you matters,
Even if it’s ordinary,
Even if it’s chaos or anarchy.

You add to US,
Even in the hours of your unconscious sleep.

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by Andrada Costoiu

Logic coils up at the boundaries,
Trying to hide what’s inside,
My deepest thoughts.

I am the winter,
I am the summer,
I am the candle.

And you?
What are you?

All-encompassing infinite inside you,
I am in, and I see.

I think that in this world nothing worth more than something else,
But this doesn’t apply to love,
Isn’t that right?
Nothing is worth more than something else, except love.

Stay.

Time is decaying everything,
Except the feelings.

You are for me and I am for you.
Together we’re the ones that negate perfection,
Because we are perfect,
As one.