Author
Marius Iliescu
15 works
MOTHER
Summer wasn’t there yet but that day the air smelled hot and sticky. The traffic was congested and my uncle’s van followed the cars in front squeezing its massive presence trough…
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In Romania I grew up in one had no choice but to live inside; of himself that is. Freedom was just a word locked in the dictionary with no meaning on the streets. My grandfather…
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I was born an old soul, ready molded into this world but rarely allowed to be part of it. I was always in a fight, either forced to meet standards or rebel against rules I didn’t…
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Let's talk from where you are
In silence and at once.
Don't be afraid of distance
LETTER TO MY DICTATOR
Thanks for throwing me out, old man!
It was a pleasure to meet you;
Pretence to a normal life,
ABSENCE
Don't matter you are not here!
Somewhere in the room
Your memories are hidden
ALIENATION
My mind got tired chasing trendy ghosts
And everything looks so absurd to me,
Today without a sense becomes a lost