I do not remember to have ever told you How much I appreciated you Not mentioned wonderful things I learned from you I went to the wide world And I call you in my mind I do not remember to have ever told you Without you it’s hard for me I do not remember to
In the sky supported by chandeliers, To which birds stick their climb I also drew a lighthouse I put the sea Let it be your wave that increases your way. Between buoys of universes The white ship is swinging its dream And in the laced Slipstream swans dance In celestial waves. So many days have
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You are the ointment of my morning, You’re the prayer climbing my eyeballs, holy water of flowers I drink from you And in lilies baptistry I’m washing sins away. October! In the autumn weaving The rust, the rust and the good, I get up in the day, on fog scales To the sun that spoiled
I love this indexed woman whose name is scandal to the day from the times of Troy, severely besieged ever since, and to the present. She wants me to take her on very small atolls where a single season in blue exists it’s not raining and there are no storms nor Romanians filled with E’s.
The Turzii Plain, a light in sight, You see it in time, coming out of time, Let’s make a Christmas wish Let’s give all love in return. Turzii Plain, flowering souls, We all gathered together to honor you, Our city is our big love, Here’s we all live our lives. Today, this is where they
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Marching through words On a cool morning I met the holy ones And a woman barely out of the house Noticing was caught Something that was supposed exist long ago And yet my desire to listen to her sparked shouted out loud have you not seen a woman or do you have no patience on
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Do not judge me after this poem written one night leaving in Somes Square near a wall I hear another whisper there under burnt brick I wrote with colored chalk I found it erased in the morning but look Somebody dared to shade my word Right now and they said to me, the wind blows
Soft and fluffy snow makes a bed of time Between the earth and the sky compass all the space has mastered Devoted, watching the signals of the sun, watching the sun hour Sent from the depth of nature, traveling to infinity. In horror-frightening time, no sign does outline advancing from Today to Tomorrow, a sledge
Bistrita – winter One! two! three! And… Broken frantically from the ground The foot looses grip In flight, for fear of choking When everything seems to be over. …. and: three! two! one take a deep breath! With nothing under your heels, You keep climbing no saddle or control From Nadir to Zenith The fascination
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I’m stil asleep the dreams a loded tree with blossoms in imminent explosion thousands of birds looking for their nest in the wounds of the rock riot and silence altering between night and day English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu
