do you remember, my younger friend

do you remember my eternal younger friend, do you still remember those times, when we used to find that way of joy, of happiness immortal, or at least of a juicy piece of sublime, of eternal

do you still remember those godly loopholes filled with peace, with love, with young or aven childish pure profanity, and the joy without profane, and freedom. those never ending summer days, eternal, immortal. by us punctured and juicing out with those ineffable mixtures that made us for that godly moment free, from anything else. and at once with the entire rest of vibrating and pure humanity, sucking free, the bone marrow out of the existence

free from suffering, fee from survival, free from regret, free from childless freedom

do you remember my eternal younger friend, do you remember the immortality, the godnessness, the freedom, the full hope, the reachable, the absolute, do you remember that childish game of pure and true and never ending sacrilege, which told us that no one can ever get touched, or

ever get hurt, or stopped or ever ending

do you still remember the eternal way we used to have, those times, that freedom

iti mai aduci aminte, my very younger friend, acele culmi, acele cai, acele zile

iti mai aduci aminte cand eram copii si totusi, chiar daca uneori pe varfuri, ne simteam, deci eram, mereu inalti

mai stii gustul de bere in ilegalul legitim al faptului ca inca eram copii. mai stii suspansul, misterul, entuziasmul flamad pentru acele lucruri care acum s-au prisosit. care si atunci ca si acum pe cei ce parca n-au fost macar o data tineri, ii plictisesc, ii irita, sau chiar ii scarbesc fatal, inert, parca fara vreo nadejde buna. parca fara vreo nadejde care sa se intoarca macar o data inapoi, sau din contra inainte, spre un verb curat, al unei propozitii nemtesti mereu intunecate, mereu decazute, mereu uitate