A woman came to see me
with her womb full of flowers
wanting to give birth
in a rose garden,
but she came to me
the woman with the flowered womb
when it was snowing outside and the deer were crying,
she asked me to tell her
how do the trees give birth to the blossoms of life,
to bring her flowers every morning,
the same flowers,
and I run and cry
and then laugh at the morning of flowers.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu