(Nu costă nimic)

Sometimes

Art costs nothing

For those entangled in first-person complexities,

For those who labor not from desire but necessity,

For those who occasionally lie just to stay positive,

For those acting humorous just to crack a smile,

For those who don’t read poetry because it can only be written,

For those who listen to the Ninth Symphony while drafting their life’s story on a cracked smartphone,

For those who read Naum’s poetry backwards and acknowledge its truth,

For those who, in 1899, read about the discovery of the unconscious,

For those who easily admit their ignorance,

For the junkies admiring themselves after kissing and making love among the stars,

For those who visit churches in deep secrecy,

For the hipsters whose attitudes accomplish little,

For those puzzled as to why they should call their parents to wish them “Happy Birthday”,

For those who abstain from drugs and alcohol, aware they might die from using,

For those engaging in some form of psychotherapy,

For those who once thought about quitting smoking,

For those who find the internet pointless,

For those who build bridges in Romania,

For those resting on Sundays by painting their hair or their room walls,

For those who wake up early and forget to go back to sleep,

For the inquisitive souls,

For all who have reached here,

Sometimes,

Art doesn’t cost a thing.