IRSA RUÇI

IRSA RUÇI   

TIMELESS…

It’s been a while since I feel sounds as music of soul

In time you appear like mist, echo, lyric, departing

From time I protect you as a relic, reminding in silence

You are the breaths which come from the eternal time!

Thoughts hiding from me are lost in dreams

When pieces of my sleep fall into your eyelids,

This world is created from unwritten lines

Left as a hostage in the verge of longing…

There where light and darkness are joined by the hope

When life turns in pieces of flashes

Where often we forget about tomorrow,

There where evenings are measured with prayers

And morning with heart…

There it is you, like dew losing in down.

It’s been a while that I leave my soul free as air

In breeze I turned even the breeze

When I began creating you out of absence

I lost time…

IN THE TRACES OF TIME

We create history through the fairytales

In ancient tales kept alive from inherited passions

Like children’s awe.

We grew with events, playing we discovered the world

To others we learned words how to knit legends

Closed our eyes and opened our hearts

There was life,

We were in that corner of earth were the sun

Shines always hope…

Memory is like a mirror

Looks itself with the soul and breathes into wishes;

You were created to give light

Behind of you stands the shadow in west

Ahead it is you with infinity…

Out of time, beyond reason,

In complete lost

Kneeled in humble

To those who sculpted

A letter more in our fate

Gave us the future, the tongue to knit love

We vomited hatred, violated the word till mental wreck

As much as today we speak any language besides ours.

History is a lesson, we obedient students

Raised in knowledge

Let’s leave some pride to the generations to come!

CONTINUITY

I knew my grandparents by how they cultivated their land

In their form of fingers interrelating

While the line of life

Had to start in the east

They wake up with the crown of sun every morning.

As a borderline between what belonged to them

And the indifference for what did not

Were the graceful oak trees

Equal with the age’s roughness

That just to bother

Threw its shade in the neighbour’s garden

Who my grandpa always mentioned

With a little envy

Because his trees gave more fruits.

The adour of sail while it was cultivated

I remember it even today… reminds me of childhood

Generations are raised by memories!

Ah, I haven’t forgotten the offenses of my grandparents

Their silent curses for those who stole a little grape across

The street (never in their proud touched).

Now, that I tread that earth with a bunch of dreams in my hands

I feel that in it there’s again essence

That time wouldn’t fade away!

Everything has died because of the winter cold

But the amaryllis of the earth inherited a spring that will ever cherish…

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IRSA RUÇI   

(Translated by Silva Daci)