e-revista EgoPHobia
de Marius Surleac Un cerc, o dreaptă şi un cerc, încearcă-acum mintea deşteaptă; un punct la limita vizării stârneşte sfera aşteptării, vizionând Terra sub un elipsoid turtit magnetic, izbit în calcul matematic. De gradul doi uns[e cu aţi i]luminat ceva stricat sub un mod radical de a avea exponentul: ea.
by Marius Surleac I run over the seas and dive in the skylines burnt by the fires of hell the night that will come with all its whispers will embrace us
by Marius Surleac today dig under me with your bare hands until you’ll pass the ribs you’ll lose half of your soul the blood will spread over the knees and within hair, emotions will be gripped
by Marius Surleac rest your wounds in my shelter tomorrow when I’ll have to die you shall give me a kiss
by Marius Surleac through dice the six-shooter gleams at the burnt end of the bullet at the other end, like in a comet tale, blood spheres
by Marius Surleac hell is beyond the grey blocks – the desert where no human skeletons resisted to erosion, but became part of