EDITURA LIRIC GRAPH

EDITURA LIRIC GRAPH

WHEN…

Beloved,

whenyou’re coming trembling

while you’re approaching me with the nightingale smile

with the fear of the lightning from the heights,

when you’re stepping in my dreams on your knees,

when you’re begging and pleading,

whilemy indifference is broken towards the walls,

whenyour illusion is gone,

whenyour joy is cast away,

whenit has been given to you

thelife of the one who will be no more,

then… you are walking on the other pathway,

alone… the other one remains just here…

SIGNS

For you, my beloved,

one blank page has remained,

like a boundless desert

where tropical winds write its own signs,

not being able to comprehend

howwe are fleeing away from the suffering,

how we are looking for the momentum

without its contour, shapelessly

while on the edge of the world

I cannot hear itsfootsteps.

Is the woman who cannot come?

Could be the night which is waiting for me?

One blank page has remained for me,

large as an ocean shore… on which

an anxious flash vision has just passed.

I AM TELLING YOU…

Honey, I am telling you,

My days are wasted on the roads,

I have been looking for you among words,

the solstice comes and spreads out its snows

between our loves…

And you…. You keep waiting for me…

But I am not coming back…

The night carries coldness and silences.

How the wind is blowing on the shore

on which I have remained!...

Closer and closer,

thesea’s somber bell has been tossing

and you are calling me with your earth’s words

to the place where you can ask me to arrive,

andthe moment I am able to reach,

I shall kneel again inside your blue eyes.

Ohhh… how the wind blows on the cold coast!

EDITURA LIRIC GRAPH