Fii bun

Să fii bun, să fii bun, să fii bun. Mereu îi spuneam să-și scoată prefabricatele din buzunare. Bea, fuma, stâlcea cuvintele. Măcar fii bun. Nu auzi? Eu nu înjur. Nu mă bat cu pumnul în piept. Atât știu. Taci. Taci. Mă doare capul. Nu-l durea nici în cot. Fii bun, nemernicule. Umbla cu tot felul … Mai mult Fii bun

Apă de pus pe rană

Bătu-te-ar ploaia fată fără soartă, florile albe plâng boboci la poartă, de anul nou atârnă ultimul dinte de nisip, ce primăvară-și smulge surâsul de pe chip? Ochii verzi scot la vânzare gene de ochi verzi, de urme pe zăpadă să taci și să nu crezi, pe pene să nu calci și să respiri ușor, de … Mai mult Apă de pus pe rană

More Than a Ball Gown

I miss the time when shops were careful and proud of their appearance. A time when the girls were wearing beautiful ball gowns and they would have felt ashamed to put on just a bra, pants, and a handful of sequins. Shops’ window dressing and my grandma’s stories were part of my happy world. By … Mai mult More Than a Ball Gown

WOULD I SCHOPENHAUER YOUR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?

         WOULD I SCHOPENHAUER YOUR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?                                  Mini Radio Script by Liliana Widocks SCENE 1                   INT: A RADIO STATION, THE EVENING SHOW                                   6.00 PM, A THURSDAY BECAUSE ON FRIDAY EVERYBODY RECONCILES AT THE PUB FX: THE FIRST FEW LINES FROM F.R. DAVID’S SONG “WORDS” A MAN IN HIS FIFTY’S HIS SON BOBBY, … Mai mult WOULD I SCHOPENHAUER YOUR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?

Written in Her Eyes

The old man was moving slowly, each step well thought about. The evening was still young, maybe a bit afraid that the night will rush in wearing her silky peignoir and a shawl of dreams wrapped around her shoulders. The little girl was following in his footsteps. She was tall for her 8 years, but … Mai mult Written in Her Eyes

Libretto

She was wearing unthinkable amounts of truth: truth on her dress, truth on her scarf, truth on her white striped shoes. He couldn’t spell. So miserable he felt, he tried to preach the word, asking the letters to wait and forgive before committing to her signature. She was wearing the truth with such easiness that … Mai mult Libretto

Grandma’s Science

They called it Corona, but there was no king willing to defend the people, so it ended up being assimilated to a new kind of academic title – ’Laureate Earth Citizen’. People uncaringly polluted the air, left dirty trails on Ocean’s best carpets, and repeatedly poisoned the soil, hence the title was well deserved. A … Mai mult Grandma’s Science

That thing

“Honey is no Love left in the cupboards, do you have any idea if they still sell it, and where?” “It must be the church, don’t you think?” “God’s house doesn’t sell anything, honey, you obviously missed Jesus’s recommendations.” “Let’s try the supermarket then, they probably have it on offer.” “It is the right aisle, … Mai mult That thing

Doină

De unde vine vorba mea e drum fără-nnoptare, frunzele scriu povești de adormit scâncet de mare, n-ai unde să întârzii, nu există devreme, în satul vorbei mele aerul nu se teme. De unde vine vorba mea pădurea rodește-nțelepciune din clopote beau apă numai ceasurile bune, penele n-au păsări dar zboară a primăvară, de unde vine … Mai mult Doină