Cristina Galeata
Romania
bio:
Cristina Galeata is a student in Timisoara and, writing her head off on the streets of that beautiful town, disregards rain. When she lacks inspiration she reads books for children, looking for her alter-ego. When she has inspiration she paces the room. She has also a sunny disposition. She has been most published by Banshee Studios, Lughnasadh 2002, Voice of the Turtle and Pierian Springs.
11 September
my grandmother bakes the best cakes ever
and I can't help myself
I have to be there
kissing her
singing with her
the radio's on
so far away
I listen, I go closer
I can't stand anymore
I leave the cakes unfinished
and start the television set: old and grumbling
knees to my mouth
I listen I go closer.
The same desperate falling
-- for Trevor
The same desperate falling that I have
known all my life appears again.
It is true.
For days now I haven't found a new way of loving you,
a new system for avoiding doubts.
Perhaps coming home did that, the feeling of being again out of all time.
Perhaps I am immature, as you think I am.
A child. Not fit to stay alone, not able to make decisions,
not experienced enough to live, for God's sake, a prisoner of the same desperate falling.
A red Christmas tree at the end of the world*
Cold again
under my shallow hope, a beach, a man
unknown, dreaming again, headswirling
and the scraggly outline of two islands
in the sea, improbably faraway
somewhere, a strange Christmas tree
puffs its red flowers in the breeze
one I have on a postcard
that I kept by the telephone
strange and exotique: comfort
reassuringly close.
* co-written by Cristina Galeata and Trevor Landers
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