Atunci cand totul s-a sfarsit

Pasind adanc pe apa-nvolburata
Ma simt etern, anost, perfid...
Imbrac o haina groasa de velur
Si ma scufund, incet, subtil cu a mea piatra.

Povete, vise, tresariri
Dispar aievea printre-mi gene...
Socot ca-i doar o ultima zvacnire
A ceea ce a fost..doar amintiri.

Inca putin si totu-i gata
Mai am juma'de metru si-am ajuns...
Sfarsitu-ntetosat mi se infatiseaza
Alegoria sinuoasa a vietii este terminata.

Beyound the borders of our imagination

Something that is there, should stay there...We shouldn't confuse the term of self consciousness with self awarness .I have travelled with my thought beyound the realm of chaos and serenity, beyound the realm of happyness and guilt, and my only conclusion is that all that is there, is nothingness...a lot of zero, all around .Do not mistake zero for something that has a shape or content, just see it as what it is...a big nothing. So, as we try to comprehend the content of shapes and forms, that are emerging from this void of shadowness , we confront ourselves with the idea of lack of conprehension. As i go deeper within this situation of no self control, i find myself trapped in a self awarness that i cannot fully grab as a state of being.