A text is a struggle (extract)

all things considered, I cannot ever even hope for eliminating all threats,
I cannot ever even hope for not living in danger,
oh no, I cannot ever even hope for being able to give up on all this effort to resist,
threats have already changed me,
violence already occurred,
I am taking steps with exacerbated awareness of the fact that each external issue may cause internal issues,
but war has already stopped being a mere possibility,
I must follow each potential threat,
even if language can barely describe anymore the intensity with which I'm staking out and it's as if I'm in the eye of the storm and I live a few kilometers away from military bases with nuclear warheads and even with the language at my disposal it's as if only my sight could encompass the sensation that the threat is right in front of me and I stare at it and my stare is as if it can paralyse me it's paralyzing me it paralyzed me already and I stare and I laugh as it cannot paralyze me completely and it cannot erase all my traces and even if it could fulfill that with all its intelligence it still would not have been the end because my stare is as if I spit it in the eyes,
no, it's as if I've done to it something even more unacceptable,
as if I showed it something beyond the fear of threats,
the fear of death that tears me apart like everyone else,
that fear,
but also the unfathomable defiance,
life's defiance,
the suicidal stubborness to live on...

(2022)

say that... (extract)

my degree or your degree of "freedom" could also be measured depending on the nature of the energy infrastructure and the degree of energetic autonomy, on the types of fuel, on the rise of waters and their increasing acidity, on the location of exploitable rare metals, on the demographic trends, on the degree of workforce automation, on the migration policies, on the allocation of logistics parks, on the waste management, on the competition between pharmaceutical companies, on the ideological and food preferences of policymakers, on how united or divided are the poles of the political spectrum, on the regulations of our personal data or lack thereof, on the profitability of social media in its current forms, on the physical traits of materials that are considered necessary for modern life, on the capacity of central banks to print money or not, on the gold reserves.
a moment
with a thought
at a place
that sparks joy
and a pleasant
activity,
such as arranging pebbles
on a mountain plateau,
a small stupid thing
that would be not too disrupting.

(2022)

three days

The network notices
a drop in the activity
of the user
across three days
in which they spent way less minutes
online.

each time you arrive in another body
for the same interval
too little time for my desire
too much for my undeservedness

for three days
an amazing thing happens
being together
never a part of the place
to which we contrast

the place is the same each time
always now and here
with no connection to elsewhere
that would make me forget you're next to me

when you hold and you tie me
the same pleasures bind us together
and then I let go slowly
slowly is the safe word

not having to go anywhere in particular
an immeasurable privilege
will you pay for it

but the tranquility lasts only three days
and then back to the engines which brought you
without us thinking about
how for our treasurable proximity
humannbejngs and the earth's innards gave away their energy

I tell myself then that we need to make savings
that anyway your tranquility will
liniștea ta îmi va ține de sete
că m-ai liniștit îndeajuns
dar mai târziu pământul reavăn tot se pierde

înapoi la balta ecranului
implorându-te cu o discreție ce dă pe dinafară
deci să aștept următoarele trei zile
din vreun alt an
în care să te apropii
și nisipul din sahara trece mai des prin țară
dar așa
și dunele abia așteaptă zăpada

și tot promit
că voi învăța într-o zi să fac bani
cum fac alții
ca și cum ar respira
dar eu nu-s alții
îmi vând liniștea pentru puțin
la o margine fără ieșire care să-mi placă
o neplăcere de neconceput pentru tine

și flăcările se mai retrag
și marea își mai schimbă culoarea
ce ți-aș putea spune
care să fie material de construcție
în vântul care bate între două ape...

Rețeaua constată că activitatea utilizatorilor
atunci când sunt îndrăgostiți
se reduce vizibil
și se împarte între aceștia,
reducându-se și profiturile noastre.


(2021l