I smiled at you/ from under the bricks

Born ‘93 Timișoara Curious Loving Weak Scared Architect Architect? Architect Dreamer Aquarius Humble

In Front of the 24/7 I wait for Alex and feel a piercing wind choking an embrace of existential significance It could’ve been my head Who would we be if we didn’t live, didn’t live it might remind me of the deception of profession, I stare down at the building’s chip swallowed by its weight bricks full of questions and uncertainty what did we do to deserve this when ours have erred blood flows through cracked plaster from the hammer of time and hope the intersection swallows e v e r y t h i n g that passes it’s an unsolved puzzle how can we live with the courage to think: “I did this, was it worth it?” it could’ve been my head maybe it will be my turn What is a city But a nest But an experiment But a disease But a dream Of a frail system obsessed with consumption And what else can it do but love you until it grinds you endlessly, but you know this You accept this because You like to eat You like to drive You like to f...orm To sow To live To age And I understand you, We both plant A better future Or the same withered sprout I don't wish to disturb I ask forgiveness I implore you not to be part of the p r o b l e m Another tree has fallen our eyes don’t meet when we cross the desert barren bet/when facades We have no time We have no money We have no compassion look, a flower has bloomed. Is the city a nest I am blind I dive into the sky thinking between the corners of knives and shards of buildings try to breathe a clean idea I don't see K of stars I see neon lights broken I bow my expectations and am unable lay eyes gazes fingers green grass or petals I see syringes of worn-out ideas and balloons concretes so thick that no seed of an idea is born a thought drowned by the drains of hope I give out expelled through channels of ignorance and greed no one willing to admit complicity in the evolution of disaster they all roll in their own bubbles of fetid comfort to save themselves again skyscrapers irritate my retina when I breathe with my eyes closed I feel my lack of empathy we are the same, I know you this is what the client wanted it's not your fault, I'm the fool insisting to exist