When the lamp light breaks under the frost, the sky leans on the top of a haystack. The village floats. The nipples of the blossoms jerk. Spring is near, the white horse can feel it… At the end of the road above the world, you need no flute, the sheep are grazing on the path
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One day the women got as a present brought from abroad a music box, that had a small flaw but for her it was the perfect gift. Slowly, after a blueprint she could turn the key… then a ballerina in a pink dress was dancing for the Wizard of Oz She was a real ballerina,
Grey sky in May Icy rains A cold Keeping me home, with sweet tea. Next to the stove, I‘m all right… A little honey with mint tea to go I want nothing more, I want nothing more… English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu
I tell you Happy Holidays! Even if in my soul The shadow grew like a night I tell him Happy Holidays! Even if all that’s left are Footprints on the silver snow I tell you all Happy Holidays! Even if the distance Swallows all the words I tell them Happy Holidays! Even if I sit
God gave me poetry – Crown of Thorns So that I can cross easier this desert life pulling after me an incandescent cross Stepping me – sand On sand. English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu
I am alone in this world, the loved ones have left… I drink my glass as if I were dead… My sorrow here shows As I had never lived… My longing for all… I am not fulfilled… But it came to my soul when I called for you, now I got it all, having God
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I offer you my shoulder, to cry, to laugh, to give, when no one in life teaches you how to dwell. The greatest gift on earth, to cherish life, and to make love’s gift, every living moment. The gates are open now carefully I bear my cross, receiving your gift, Jesus, Your cross in pain
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I started the last run we enroll on ages all with many years gathered in front forty-one years stand one kilometer a year just go. Who does not get to finish is lost and does not take the crown. The road between departure and the multicolored ribbon just shout before death: the latter won Do
At the hillside by the water basin of the town two people live she her soul on her face he with his soul in his pocket sometimes exposed in the right palm he smiles and happily puts her treasure back. Just above the city water basin two souls walk freely in the alley she greets
I’ll hide in a corner of your heart I do not even ask a heart just for me I merely want a place from where to monitor your systoles extra systoles do not wonder if occasionally you will feel a pain in the chest probably then I’ll move my office in the neighboring room I
