Alex-Wanderlust

Spaima muncii îmbrăţişa,
Dar fu tăiată de suiş.
Ţâncul se ivi în tihna ocolirii silirii.

Keep control,
Admire,
But stay in your azure spire

I’m craaazy!
Crazy… oh yeah!
I go through the mirrors
Like a bottle of champagne!
I still pray for the dearer
Love whoose dreadful bane
I am!
Madam,
I brought you a tortoise,
For now it can all be loveless,
But please come back, my Columbina!
In a few years, a slow pace, I will be ready for you.
Speranţa e jugul care ţine strâns lumina;
Regina! Arpeggio!

I know it is your petals I blew,
Your desires I slew,
But I am a madman, it’s just what I do!
Subdue, overdue to overdo.
Cut off the grass to plant something new.

Gah! How am I?
I can be Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!
Cicero in inferno, color show!
Twisted law, on kangaroo maw!
Happiness is madness,
And happy and mad am I! Crackers!
And so I tell you,
Hate and love are eternal partners,
Held together in permanence and might,
Who just want to remind you :

“Hope is the yoke which tightly holds light!”

These few days are marked by strong red sound squeaking so loud! The webs, strings, silver threads of persons are touching me! Gah! My nails must be long enough to cut them like scimitars of blood in sandy dunes. A landscape is forming before me and I can see all the spiders encroaching their irritating webs. I shall be no part it this! My own way. Path. 道!

Wise shields must I erect, to repel the bolts of thread. Smiles and drinks, puzzles awaiting... no, no no! Cut, cut, cut the spiderweb before it traps me. No, again no, it cannot trap me, for I feel the love of inner trails... I must never disappoint. Show your self-awareness, my beloved labyrinth. Show that you can hold more than you let escape. Show your pride, your triumph and valiance! The rite of passage has made no unpleasant modifications, and the possibility of it being so must be coated in invisible nectar. The silly small world of sphere around rays is not worth making sacrifices for. Only I know the correct riddles and answers, so I must yell "Do not let foreign jagged creatures make your colored walls dirty!". Ah, ah... tranquility for a second... this is woven before me clear enough, stepping carefully is no big deal when the mind's willpower stands mighty and dwarfs nearby spires.

So the month of my birth is yet again coating the temporal landscape of All-Under-The-Sky. Appreciation and charms from compact jungles pocket-sized foreign are abundant. While a large cup of pleasant flowers is in my palm, I can't help but feel at unease. Somehow, all the natural wonders gathering 力 seem to drain me. My ideas seem lesser than they were during times not long past. I truly hope the cordial frame of things shall soon shift back. Maybe it's all in my head and I should dissipate it all for the fake dust wall it is. The twisting cores of other people surely play a part in this, even though I do not blame them. Ah well... virtual worries again and again... where is matter nowadays?