tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25320563828179953612012-02-16T17:39:37.579-08:00Poeziedenisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-22582835800700551552012-01-21T08:58:00.000-08:002012-01-21T09:06:51.223-08:00dezorientare<br />dezechilibrare<br />dezmembrare<br />dez-.... si gata!<br /><br />un dor nebun de a fugi catre... mai stiu eu incotro?<br />si imposibilitatea de desprindere<br />din orice imprejurare...<br /><br />o capcana cusuta din propriile fire vitale<br />inconstient<br />tine locul unui sistem de autoaparare,<br />de inducere in nestire,<br />de rapire a timpului care altfel forta interiorizarea<br /><br />e bine<br />si totusi....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-2258283580070055155?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-55134335551519769302011-08-31T04:55:00.000-07:002012-01-09T04:10:06.647-08:00oarecum ciudat cum in timpul intregii tale existente iti dai seama ca desi fugi si fugi in drepta si in stanga, grabindu-ti drumul catre ACEEA TINTA (de fiecare data alta, totusi in fond aceeasi), atunci cand crezi ca poti spune cu siguranta ca ai depasit aceea legendara prima suta de metri iti dai seama ca de fapt tu esti acel jucator, care prin tragerea unui simplu carton de ,, Chance" poti fi azvarlit la stridentul ,, START". Asa... fara drept la replica, fara vreo sansa de remediere. Desi esti orbit pentru moment de avansul considerabil al celorlati si te convingi ca posibilitatile de recuperare sunt minime, mergi inainte, mai dai cu zarul inca o data si inca o data si ... hai ... inca o data! In timp ce mecanimsul te prinde, disperarea te cuprinde.... Si calcand in umbrele inaintasilor, esti obligat sa confrunti natura luptei pe care o duci. Esti numai tu cu tine insuti si nu! nu te mai poti ascunde. In jurul tau o mica desertaciune cartonata, colorata in zeci de nuante orbitoare. Tu si cu tine in micul univers patrat, claustrat si dependent de acele buline ale caror numerotare iti contorizeaza evolutia manata de sansa/nesansa (respectiv stiinta datului cu zarul). Cu picioarele rupte si mainile dezmembrate, lipsit de speranta dar cu un puternic si in acelasi timp stupid instinct de supravietuire te indrepti cu pasi greoi catre... cine mai stie unde? o dara groasa de sange pe urmele tale, ca o evidenta marcarii drumului parcurs.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5513433555151976930?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-38035600301093386632011-06-15T14:47:00.000-07:002011-07-30T01:57:56.132-07:00sunt eu!<br />sunt eu?<br />nu sunt nimic ce vroiam sa fiu<br />nimic din ceea ce credeam ca am sa fiu<br />si totusi...imi pot lua dreptul de a spune ca sunt eu?<br />eu-ul acesta imposibil de alterat prinr-o definitie<br />atat de importanta in gasirea unei identitati<br />...un dreptunghi cu colturi de 90 de grade<br />si doua cate doua laturi egale...<br />egale...<br />nevoia unei definitii<br />in gasirea acelui ceva...<br />iar eu...<br />prin definitie fericita<br />ca na... asa trebuie sa fiu<br />cum altfel?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-3803560030109338663?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-79410107859764848002010-10-09T09:50:00.000-07:002010-11-18T14:12:19.156-08:00cuminte stau si-mi privesc moartea.<br />un tremur intens dar scurt<br />imi patrunde oasele insconstiente<br />si apoi gata.<br />gata?<br />aceeasi patru pereti claustranti, aceleasi persoane ingrate, acelasi zumzet asurzitor<br />acelasi eu?<br />identic si totusi mort<br />totul are miros de putregai<br />inchid ochii si....gata!<br />gata?<br />aceasi patru pereti claustranti, acelasi persoane ingrate, acelasi zumzet asurzitor<br />si intrebarea: sunt moarta?<br />,, cum sa fii moarta? uite noi, noi toti suntem aici<br />te vedem, te auzim, te simtim!"<br />urmarea unei ciupituri scurte dar intense imi amorteste simturile<br />si apoi gata!<br />gata?<br />relevatia vietii?<br />nu<br />aceeasi patru pereti claustranti, aceleasi persoane ingrate, acelasi zumzet asurzitor<br />si eu<br />moarta?<br />vie?<br />si gandul unei orizontale definitive...<br />,, uite, hai sa descoperim daca esti moarta sau vie...<br />pune mana pe inima mea... vezi cum bate?<br />acum pune mana pe inima ta... o auzi si pe ea cum bate?"<br />o cutie goala, lipsita de ecoul unei existente...<br />eh... ce mai gand al unei orizontale definitive...<br />,, vino... hai langa mine<br />hai sa te culci un pic, poate iti va fi mai bine.<br />vino... nu-ti fie frica"<br />cedez<br />fie!<br />sau nu mai fie!<br />orizontala!<br />imbratisarea intunericului...<br />si acum gata!<br />gata?<br />respiratia grea din cosciugul intunecat<br />intre perpetuul este si nu-este...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-7941010785976484800?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-57609326727889740652010-03-14T16:05:00.000-07:002010-03-14T16:11:54.995-07:00cunosc ordinea...<br />ma sperie<br />fug de ea pentru a ajunge in punctul in care sa o caut din nou.<br />adica o omor<br />pentru a dori sa o reinvii<br />iar apoi... e din nou ordine...<br />si din nou ma voi simti claustrata<br />uitata de lume intre patru pereti ai linistii... ai monotoniei<br />si voi striga, urla, zbiera<br />dar nimeni nu ma va auzi<br />nimanui nu i va pasa<br />pentru ca traiesc o viata idilica<br />o viata ordonata<br />o existenta prea nepatata pentru a fi interesanta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5760932672788974065?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-26173545668883498392010-01-23T15:12:00.000-08:002010-01-23T15:22:42.624-08:00bine<br />da...si?<br />daca calc peste trupul tau<br />inseamna ca inca traiesc.<br />nu?<br />si care altul ar fi scopul pateticei noastre exisitente?<br />nu sa luptam pentru picul ala de cacat ce inseamna noi?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-2617354566888349839?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-7140148524686491912010-01-22T12:14:00.000-08:002010-01-22T12:23:31.670-08:00IMPLICAREA<br />inseamna moarte...<br />o frantura pe suprafata fortat aplatizata<br />a unui sentiment izolat<br />in carantina totala.<br />iese BOALA.<br />si infesteaza restul trupului<br />trezeste afectiune, compasiune, pasare si tot restul mizeriilor<br />care slabesc structura fieroasa a unui organism facut altadata imun<br />vaccinat cu virusul mort<br />pentru a nu mai avea vreodata o zvancnire.<br />si se faramiteaza in fata ochilor tai<br />tot ce ai creat, tot pentru ce ai lutpat vreodata<br />si iti pui intrebarea: pentru ce?<br />pentru speranta unei iluzii in lumea asta infecta?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-714014852468649191?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-57665658965204827862009-10-06T14:12:00.000-07:002009-10-06T14:16:51.347-07:00fara dualitate<br />totul ar fi<br />sau n-ar fi<br />punct<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5766565896520482786?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-18481411207864461142009-10-06T14:02:00.000-07:002009-10-06T14:09:45.776-07:00anesteziez creiere<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-1848141120786446114?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-82290240929970659282009-06-18T11:45:00.000-07:002009-06-18T12:24:44.067-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-8229024092997065928?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-41893860115684055632009-06-17T10:21:00.000-07:002009-06-18T11:44:25.468-07:00cumva le voi aduna,<br />voi lua in brate toate cablurile rupte, scurt circuitate<br />infipte intr-un pamant cu miros de piatra muribunda...<br />le voi smulge si voi sparge materialul inpenetrabil...<br />voi fi un fel de samson... un supererou diabolic<br />care, intr-un moment decide sa isi asume apocalipsa pamantului<br />si voi lasa in urma nisip proaspat nascut,<br />fara mucuri de tigara sau prezervative consumate,<br />sticle de votca ieftina ori scoici putrezite....<br />el va fi nou... un nisip nou din piatra moarta.<br />Iar cablurile? pe ele le voi suruba la loc<br />in pielea obosita, cu speranta ca sangele dezvatat sa curga<br />sa inceapa sa circule dupa regulile codului rutier<br />in trupul dornic de o tresarire, de un sentiment...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-4189386011568405563?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-30473733973432452372009-06-17T10:04:00.000-07:002009-06-17T10:20:39.988-07:00un rid fericit<br />pe o suprafata gaurita de rani mucegaite<br />e un ceva... in comparatie cu un nimic...<br />e un gand, un sentiment, o cunoastere, o complacere<br />un gand, un sentiment, o cunoastere, o complacere... ajunsa la maturitate<br />o maturitate fortata, ce-i drept<br />chinuita<br />si trasa de toate partile<br />pentru a se potrivi<br />pentru a incape<br />un om....<br />care in afara de acel rid are NIMIC...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-3047373397343245237?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-55974228155795495512009-03-24T12:20:00.000-07:002009-03-24T12:31:50.582-07:00sentiment mutilat,<br />consistenta cursa in ciment.<br />Un gol petecit cu aparente placute<br />si zambetul fortat de supravietuitor,<br />un supravietuitor mort<br />in lupta individuala a omenirii.<br />Fabrici de produs nori inradacinate<br />intr-un orizont negru.<br />Dar fabricile de produs soare...<br />cine le-a vazut vreodata?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5597422815579549551?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-76717145503739091452009-03-23T09:27:00.000-07:002009-03-23T09:39:25.576-07:00in plin mers stagnez<br />cabluri rupte intr-o anatomie difuza<br />se incalcesc intr-o forma abstracta<br />un fel de destin clar, neinteligibil<br />de 7% al presupusului potential intelectual.<br />Momente de speranta<br />ca ultimele tresariri ale unui mort<br />un cer acoperit de moloz care cade...<br />am moloz in tenisi, in buzunare<br />am moloz in ochi, in gura, in oase<br />am moloz in suflet...<br />un omulet trist de moloz<br />in plin dans al vietii...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-7671714550373909145?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-53026633467440076482009-01-22T10:16:00.000-08:002009-01-22T10:30:08.540-08:00sunt pe drum...<br />un drum inclinat,incovoiat<br />obscuritati necunoscute imi mangaie coloana stramba<br />fire de par iesind din porii de noroi ma leaga, ma tin captiva<br />imobila in mers<br />sclava in libertate...<br />sunt pe drum...<br />primesc in avans rate de pedepse<br />rupte dintr-un pacat originar, camulflat...<br />intre pomii rosi de termite<br />plansi de goliciunea launtrica.<br />sunt pe drum...<br />imobila inmers...<br />sclava in libertate...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5302663346744007648?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-75196595314815684692009-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:27:46.187-08:00Cad pe randuri de scris<br />fug de varful ascutit al stiloului cu cerneala<br />sunt inghesuita...<br />ricosez...<br />vreau sa inaintez si sunt trasa in spate<br />ma invart in cercuri concentrice<br />si ma innec in apele negre<br />desenate de NIMENI<br />ma impotrivesc...<br />si simt ca ma afund<br />curg....<br />si simt ca devin parte din simbioza...<br />simbioza cu NIMICUL...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-7519659531481568469?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-11539157987712201312009-01-20T09:39:00.000-08:002009-01-20T10:12:47.490-08:00involutia evolutiei copleseste<br />si ar fi putut fi... dar ce?<br />si ai fi putut spune...dar nu...<br />cine stie? cine nu?<br />cine mai poate? Nu...<br />Coconul curge in fluvii sangeroase...<br />si norul acid se lasa scufundat in glie...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-1153915798771220131?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-58246921175217021612009-01-20T09:18:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:20:51.475-08:00Din abisuri neintelese<br />stau si strig undeva catre sus, catre jos...<br />in sus cine e ? in jos nimic....<br />in jos cine e? in sus nimic...<br />incerc sa dezleg un ghem de ata<br />intre pereti ovali, care cad peste mine<br />fire innodate<br />fire ce striga<br />fire ce se iubesc intre linii ascutite<br />se sinucid<br />si se omoara...<br />fire ce rad de durere<br />fire ce fug de si catre sine<br />fire....<br />fire de sidef putred...<br />fire...<br />fire pe care incerc sa le deznodez<br />fire de care depinde tot eul meu...<br />totusi... doar fire...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-5824692117521702161?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-35559323647194171442009-01-07T10:34:00.000-08:002009-01-07T10:48:15.251-08:00admit dar nu cunosc<br />haul iluzoriu<br />CRED<br />in inceputuri moarte, atroce<br />nascute pentru inexistenta...<br />vreau o lume monocroma<br />sablonata intre negru si alb<br />intre simplul ,, este" si ,, nu e"<br />si totusi ... ar putea fi?...<br />urasc linia asta jucausa intre mine si minele meu<br />linie care se deplaseaza incontinuu<br />in directii abisale<br />colturi obscure ale psihozei...<br />si durerea perpetua a posibilului<br />a imposibilului,<br />a posibilitatii imposibilului si imposibilitatea posibilului...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-3555932364719417144?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-41699632954450483532008-12-17T07:46:00.000-08:002008-12-17T09:32:49.802-08:00posesia ineaca posibilitatea unei transcendente<br />in jegul gros de pe fundul unui balon albastru...<br />un glas de copil violat rabufneste din adancul axului existential.<br />stare de liniste si oase strivite in jur<br />stele<br />si noroi in urma pasilor nesiguri<br />sange si puroi pe maini sinucigase, inclestate...  <br />despartite de un trup putrezit<br />intr-un trecut continuu...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-4169963295445048353?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-42560842507747218082008-12-16T07:57:00.001-08:002009-01-21T08:22:26.342-08:00Cocotata pe un varf de culme imaginar<br />sta prezenta unui eu stanjenit<br />de atatea drame postmoderne<br />si se uita-n gol, in zare....<br />dand impresia unei linisti moarte, inghetate...<br />glia soarbe culoarea confuza<br />si evolutia scobeste prin venele-i batrane<br />fuge de sine, se invarteste de-a dura<br />un joc nebun de omucidere incepe<br />si un zambet sec rabufneste...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-4256084250774721808?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-77616049420534590672008-12-15T09:00:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:22:01.745-08:00O magnolie ruginita in porul obosit<br />al unei piei lipsite de culoare<br />dorinta unui sentiment...<br />Vreau!<br />Delir si extaz<br />agonie si euforie<br />un moment, un amalgam de tot<br />si un cal pe spatele stratosferei<br />face cu mana unei lumi imbatate<br />in dureri fericite...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-7761604942053459067?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-7340071985927423552008-12-15T08:08:00.000-08:002008-12-15T09:50:28.570-08:00depresii temporare<br />si pasari zburand spre nord...<br />fetze complacute si petale albe undeva la un orizont<br />conturat neclar, pictat de un amator psihotic<br />o camera mizera deasupra unui nor bolnav<br />si eu si cu tine (?)<br />intre rame groase, vechi, strivite...<br />linii gri, neclare<br />desenate de aceasi mana stangace, plafonata...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-734007198592742355?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-49727026903092159372008-12-12T10:20:00.000-08:002008-12-12T10:35:18.305-08:00din gaura abisala a unui ombilic<br />un vierme in mult dorita descomunere se uita in jos...<br />un ras psihotic<br />si un gand stramb<br />ce invarteste globul de jucarie aflat<br />intre sabloane deschise<br />vieti sinucise<br />legi si nelegi combinate in mase indefinite<br />culori si neculori in griuri palide...<br />si masti de fluturi bolnavi<br />in varfurile sexelor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-4972702690309215937?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-89648667052060813162008-12-12T01:23:00.000-08:002008-12-12T02:06:33.964-08:00autodistrugere in lupta unei prezervari<br />valuri forjate pe un orizont zgariat...<br />inima nu mai bate<br />doar unghiile si parul cresc...<br />in nestire, in delirul unei false existente<br />in absenta unui punct...<br />Niciun inceput<br />Sau sfarsit<br />doar invartirea demonica in cercul claustrant<br />fara intrare<br />sau speranta unei iesiri<br />roata, roata joc aparent infantil!<br />invarte-ma,ameteste-ma, controleaza-ma... ucide-ma dar....<br />elibereaza-ma....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-8964866705206081316?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-9858999996398414522008-12-11T08:19:00.000-08:002008-12-12T02:02:36.943-08:00iluzia unei certitudini strivite pluteste in aer<br />raspunsuri imbatate de concret ies scasnind dintr-o gura inclestata<br />de frici irationale<br />si hauri launtrice adanci...<br />infig o unghie slabita in coltul universului<br />si raman atarnand in haosul regresului...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-985899999639841452?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2532056382817995361.post-81841954372573882702008-12-10T10:15:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:21:21.030-08:00Plutesc in delirul propriei mele fiinte<br />ma innec in lacrimi plumburii fabricate de un organism imbatranit prematur,<br />zbarcit de cicatricile unui trecut perpetuu<br />imbatat de iluzii ascunse in spatele unor pseudosensuri esentiale! (?)<br />Duc o lupta crancena impotriva paradoxalului instinct de conservare ?<br />Sau ma las pur si simplu plutind in dulcea complacere<br />a unei vietati amorfe<br />a unui creier muribund?<br />Copii bolnavi fac cu mana din baloane ratacitoare<br />in aerul jegos al unei existente neexistente...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2532056382817995361-8184195437257388270?l=denisseseician.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>denisa seicianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02820751582245547676noreply@blogger.com0