Blind in Texas

I miss NYC. I miss the traffic, I miss the lights, I miss the ice-cream. I would like to go there again one day. I would like to go there with you. Heck, I would go anywhere with you. You make every place look glorious, you make everything more alive and you make me happy. Because you are amazing, and I will keep telling you that ’till my very last day.

I was browsing through some poetry folders and I came across these things:

t i - l!
a
u
Intotdeau     L          vi-l int
Ati               na     ind .             eu
vrut                                             Acum
marul.                                               luat.
Dis                                                     L-ati
cor                                                        ins
dia vi                                               int
l-a                                                 l-a
intins.           luat.   Di         vi
L-ati                 avolul

Luna se oglindeste in pahar
Luna se oglindeste in tine
Si in mine
Si iar in pahar.
Degetele tale alearga
Pe corzile de metal
Animate de luna.
Notele ies din cutia de lemn
Trase de mana.
Picaturile se scurg pe podea
Urmarite de privirea ta,
Si se strang intr-o mica pata rosie
Pe covorul alb.
Iti ridici privirea de pe covor spre luna.
Degetele se opresc pe corzi.
Te uiti fix in pahar.
Te-ai oprit vreodata macar
Sa te intrebi de unde vine muzica,
De unde vine luna,
De unde vine paharul,
De unde vin picaturile si pata de pe covor?
Au fost aici dintotdeauna,
Dar nu le-ai observat.
Nici pe mine, nici paharul, nici luna.

~*~

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