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ESPRESSO POETRY

Coffee-powered musings of a Romanian living in London

Double Espresso.


Like a famous TV character,

I went into the map.

I live there now, setting boundaries

and choosing my flying carpet

like other, more settled people choose their socks.

I'm doing digital magic

and being in more places at a time,

I know all the shortcuts and

if I get lost

there is always a night bus to somewhere.

One thing this magic map cannot do

is to show me where home really is.

Not a pin,

or a saved destination,

or a route in Uber.

But real, consistent, one-of-a-kind home.


Latte.


Start exploring the good, the bad,

the tasty, the hasty,

the cocky, the witty,

the brainy, the pretty

and the faith -

even the recycled one.

Start exploring the unicorn path,

and if there aren't any unicorns out there,

invent them.

Invent them so you can finally reinvent yourself

and all the things left to explore.



Updated: Oct 25, 2018

Double espresso.


When you forget to float,

but remember to stand.


Forget to draw imperfect circles,

but remember to trace a single, straight line.


Forget to speak in invented tongues,

But remember synonyms for everything.

( each thing, every single thing, the lot, the entirety, the total).


When you forget your post code,

but remember precisely where you store all your dreams and memories.


When you forget that mirrors exist,

and you start re-making yourself up

from scratch.




Drop me a line. Will get back to you after I've had my coffee.

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