Tag Archives: Ileana Gherghina

Old but gold It’s old life on earth All are bored now They are making life a hell To the newborn man. They promise a ride in the car A bag full of smiles A diploma in science Freedom to think A punnet of plums at payday A sandwich to grab at midday Fortified cerealsContinue reading “3 poems by Ileana Gherghina”

Antonine I cried reading Artaud I cried looking out the window, The world Loaded with veils Decomposed veils, I get close to the window to see The window bites my face I am terrified Now everybody can see through my conscience, Five drops of liquid fall on my face Where did they come from? FromContinue reading “3 poems by Ileana Gherghina”