Romania: a gorgeous country
...a pity it's inhabited
Florin, come on, don't be like this
You're really no fun, are you?
These plastic flowers exhibit more life than you do, my friend
Romanians love company
They love to dance
They're like this school of fish, quicksilver, close
I am not much use at parties
In my head, this place is a riverbank watchtower
and I am witness to the fragments of the human flood
Sometimes, among the flotsam, I find a treasure I can keep
maybe a keepsake, tucked into a lover's wallet
Maybe it was discarded, a resentful gesture
nowhere less ceremonious to dump sad memories
than at a roadside gas station
But I like to think he was loved before he was lost
Once I found a lipstick, scrubbed blunt to the quick
It reminded me of Andrea
Hey, Florin
How do you pick the idiot in a group of policemen?
At random
These are the things I can turn in my hands
shuffle
tether
cut
caulk
collage
These are the things that slowly tumble and splice
in my kaleidoscope of other lives
This is my village
Are you even listening to me or are you just lying there thinking?
I'm just lying here
God knows what will wake you up
You have the emotional range of a corn cob
You know what they say
"Everything in life is shit, except piss"
At least we have each other
At least don't look at me like you're disgusted
I already know that you don't like what you see!
This place is so beautiful
sometimes it's almost exhausting
but not always, and not today
I always find myself thinking
Can't I keep it, just this time?
I am a collector, I guess
I built this doll's house of other people's stuff
the unextraordinary kind
I lie here and string stories out of them
Have you been good?
You've been away for so long
Do you have nice friends?
Do you have many friends?
And I am curious...
Do you have a girlfriend? Is she beautiful?
If not, granny is going to slap you
Just one slap
But I won't slap you
I'll give you a kiss instead. There
Grandmother used to sing about the colors of our country
Red is the fire that permeates my heart
Golden as the proud son shall be our future
And blue is our loyalty to our nation, which we cherish
You're going to leave, aren't you?
You weren't supposed to be here in the first place
The pale blue-eyed boy who never talks
The stork must have dropped you here by accident
en route to Scandinavia
I acted stupid
I don't think you acted stupid
I am sure it was the real thing
It's all not so bad
Not at all