Cred că amintirile continuă să fie unica `posesie` activă care ne poate ține cont:); om fi noi viii care clamăm una/alta în pustie versus univers, ăia care ne abatem constanți în lipsa noastră de noi, ăia care vrînd și-atît vînd vînt..
cu voia/ (nevoia mea) , dragelor/ dragilor..
rămî(i)ne!
Crowd #2, 1988.
To break through stillness of a fear
To walk through gates of brutal fate
To raise a monument of sorrow
To cruelty of human race
Crowd #2, 1988.
Like fear looming from the somber sky
Comes vision of the faceless crowd
Bound in a tears of sweat
In endless corridors of labor.
The Beasts of Guilt
The Vultures of a Soul
The Carriers of the Torch
The Anchors to the Past
The secret of a wounded soul
The verdict on the walls of sorrow
Seep through the scars of loss
Restrained by dikes of will.
The sadness of the song
Trapped by the strings of guilt
When day declines to rise
Who is to blame..
Like arrow of a blinding light
Like gust of vigorous desire
Like compass of unbending will
Comes sudden movement in a still.
In unity of dream and real
From darkest corners of the heart
Like shadow from the murky past
Emerges call for a lonely prayer.
Crowd #18, 1989.
Alone in the cruel world
Alone with an echo of thoughts
Alone like a beast in a saint
Alone and the sound is deaf
Alone to absorb the light
Alone in a mothers womb.
Crowd #19, 1989.
In harmony of sound and silence
Like play of fire and the wind
The dialogue of art and mastery of touch.
Toate imaginile lui Gordin constituie subiecte de adanca meditatie !
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