NewCassie - Coffee Corner: October 2015

"I sometimes let myself send your way
A pair of glimmering tears
Two tiny butterly bones
Two lights
That flicker on your nightstand when evening falls

Ah, it's oblivion, a door which you lock
Over everything that you no longer want
Put over a shingle, hammer in another nail,
Lock down love's frightening ghost
Ah, it's the oblivion,
A door which you lock,
Forgetfulness,
A door which you lock...

But will I ever manage to forget
The worn out book of youth lived
Down to the blood,
And you, my beautiful scar
That hurts whenever it snows..."

Uşa ce-o încui - Olga Neagu

Tuesday, October 13, 2015