One hundred mails ago
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One hundred mails ago
I sighed,
I was there, living high,
In the desert of the cry,
Standing rock upon the cliff,
Watching tall with frozen lips
And fired eyes
Beneath all lies, above all hearts,
The deep mistery of crowds,
As I only knew the ways
Of the forever clouds.
One hundred mails ago
You stopped and just said
“Hi, I know I’m late,
But, no, I ain’t gonna lie
Nor now, nor one hundred mails from now.”
“Nor shall I”, I sighed,
“But, you know, I stand here,
Stoned, starring at the sun,
When the morning star
Is my only living rule
And the rain – the game I chose to play.”
One hundred mails ago
She asked me if I am alive
Or just a starry stone
Who cannot lie or cry,
But born never to die,
I sighed and droped a tiny piece of me,
I’ll die for sure, when you’ll long be gone,
And nothing shall remain of who I am,
Nor this stony hand I give to you just now.
I hope it will be flesh and weak and warm
Just one hundred mails from now.
Andrei Ludoşan, 2006