the vagina monologues

the vagina monologues

my short skirt
it is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

my short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

my short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

my short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

my short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

my short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

my short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
my short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
get used to it.

my short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

my short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.

my short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

but mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is mine.
mine.
mine.


monoloagele vaginului

fusta mea scurta
nu e o invitatie
o provocare
o indicatie
ca o vreau
ca o dau
ca mi-o trag.
fusta mea scurta
nu o cere
nu vrea ca tu
sa mi-o smulgi
sa mi-o dai jos.
fusta mea scurta
nu e un temei legal
pentru viol
desi s-a mai intimplat
nu mai tine
in tribunalele de astazi.
fusta mea scurta, de crezi sau nu
n-are nici o legatura cu tine.
fusta mea scurta
are legatura cu descoperirea
puterii din gambele mele,
cu toamna cea racoroasa si curentii de aer
dintre pulpele mele
cu a lasa tot ce vad
sau depasesc sau simt
sa traiasca inauntrul meu.
fusta mea scurta nu e o dovada
ca sint proasta
sau nehotarata
sau ca poti face orice cu
o fetita asa ca mine.
fusta mea scurta e indrazneala mea
n-am sa te las sa ma inspaiminti
fusta mea scurta nu face pe grozava
asta sunt eu
inainte de a ma face sa ma acopar
sau sa-i dau drumul tivului.
obisnuieste-te cu ea.
fusta mea scurta e fericire
ma simt cu picioarele pe pamant.
sunt aici. sunt fierbinte.
fusta mea scurta e o eliberare
un steag intr-o armata de femei
declar ca strazile astea, orice strazi,
sunt tara vaginului meu.
fusta mea scurta
e o apa turqoise
cu pesti colorati care inoata
o sarbatoare de vara
in intunericul instelat
o pasare cintatoare
un tren care ajunge intr-un oras strain
fusta mea scurta e un titirez salbatic
o respiratie adinca
un pas de tango
fusta mea scurta e
initierea
aprecierea
excitatia.
dar, mai ales, fusta mea scurta
cu tot ce am sub ea,
e a mea.
a mea.
a mea.

...

domnule doctor, ..

- domnule doctor, zise femeia, disperata, ati uitat ca de trei minute stau cu limba scoasa?!
- n-am uitat domnisoara, dar vreau sa'mi scriu reteta in liniste..

shakespeare in love

shakespeare in love

oh, I'm fortune's fool!

the painted veil

the painted veil

at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you

curgi, raule..

a feast for crows

a feast for crows

ten thousand of your chilodren perished in my palm, your grace.. whilst you snored, i would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. you claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness i would eat your heirs.

doamne, oare ce i'o trebui atat de mult sa termine odata a dance with dragons?!! e deja cu mai mult de un an in intarziere si NU MAI AM RABDARE

in fata portii..

in fata portii raiului, o femeie discuta cu sfantu' petre:
- sotul meu este cumva aici ? il cheama nicu!
- aici sunt multi oameni cu numele asta, raspunde apostolul. pentru a'ti putea da un raspuns, am nevoie de mai multe amanunte.
- pai cand era pe patul de moarte mi-a spus ca daca l-am inselat se va rasuci in mormant..
- aaa, pai de ce nu spui asa mai femeie? intra si'ntreaba de nicu titirezu'!

deci, asta este unul dintre cele mai tari bancuri pe care le'am auzit vreodata

night, rain, ..

night, rain, strange deserted city, white extasy..