Love
(Translation)
Someone had decided long ago
That people are allowed to die…
A beautiful, immortal death, a good death,
A gloomy death, a heavy death, full
Of meanings and returns…
He has died shavelling. Still young. He was in love.
His body was discovered reconciled, hot,
Asleep by a great smile.
About himself they found several pieces of paper,
Written with a thrilled hand by a girl;
An unwritten letter, from which
They could find out everything;
A mood certificate, on his name ,
And a tidy, damp handkerchief…
His heart had stopped, great,
After she uselessly had hit in the bars
Of his chest, trying to break free.
In his wide open eyes, the light;
Instead of the life, Her image;
Green, to which the twilight
Was adding dark tresses.
(23.01.06)
Faithful song
Everything seemed to be for us
Just like a perfect world.
But you just swept it far away
With only just one word!
You said that, from now on, for us,
Nothing, no more, is left
And for just every word of mine
You remained blind and death.
You kept telling me time again
That you’re empty within
And that feelings were gone away
And that’s worthless to scream.
And that you never might again
Be just the same old one…
But yet I can’t believe these things,
I can’t believe we’re done!
You made me feel miserable,
You didn’t think of me.
But I know that will come a time
When you will feel and see
That you could never feel like this
And you could never fly,
Without the wings I gave to thee,
You’ll never touch the sky.
Sometimes I hate you just so much,
But only for I love,
And care for you, and feeling sad
When you can’t book above.
And all your silence tears my soul,
For you played games with me
And I feel like I’ll live no more
And I’ll never be free.
You tried to make me give it up,
But faith has become stronger!
You might never come back to me,
But my love will last longer!
More than forever I will wait,
For that is all I’ve got,
And for your eyes can’t lie me too!
They just can’t play this part!
‘Cause you are lieing to yourself,
And you know it is true!
But you don’t wanna face all these,
You don’t wanna go through!
You’re stubborn and I understand,
For I am stubborn, too!
But I just know that love will best
And will surrender you!
Love just cannot be chassed away
And cannot be forgotten,
For you have tasted tenderness
And happiness too often.
And, damn, I miss you like I do,
But I have to be wise:
Someday you will remember me
And you’ll love me more twice!
I didn’t ask for anything
When I gave you my heart,
But I was hopping you could trust
And wouldn’t fall apart…
It is with you I learned to dream
And to believe in fate
And always to go on and love,
‘Cause it’s never too late!
In my imagination yet
I pictured our seeing
Again, after many years,
More matures in believing.
I know my words are simple, too,
But look inside my soul:
You’ll see yourself in a warm place
Which’ll never be a hole!
I know behind coldheartedness
There is a shining world
And though you think you’ve already
Passed over world war third,
I’ll show you there’s no such a thing
And there is only peace
When I tell you we’re meant to be
And you’re kissing my lips!
(01.06)
With no one I would replace you
(Direcţia 5)
If you tell me one day morning
There’s nothing left for you and me,
I will believe it’s just a dream
In which nor you, nor me did be.
If you tell me that it’s as light
To start again, to go with stream,
I will believe it’s worth no fight
To pass over that freakish dream.
But if you found a way to stay,
To love me again like you do,
I would stop you to go away
With no one I would replace you.
And even more: a smile to show
I’d live a thousand years all through.
And I’d like you always to know:
With no one I would replace you!
(07.08.06)
The witnesses
(Ana Blandiana)
More guilty than the ones they’re looking at
Are just the ones that watch shameless at that.
The witness who just wouldn’t stop the crime,
Too careful in describing it at time,
Apologizing ,,I can’t do two things
At once’’ or ,,Victim’s picture, as it seems,
Is more important than his life on Earth.’’
And right until the victim’s second birth
We cannot blame just one, or two, or three,
When armies of witnesses are watching
And wait for all this shit to stop and end,
Of too much life to die the butcher-man
And victim, too, the second time, forgotten,
The evil to end up all of a sudden.
As simply as a tunnel ending…
And just as well as of a gallow hanging
A flag, we hang of our own question.
Only the time may answer: ,,With no reason
You wait. At the big nightmares’ doomsday
The witnesses are guilty the same way.’’
(07.08.06)
Psalm 62
(Translation)
Oh Lord, my Lord, I wonder if you know
That in the early morning I call you.
I hanker and I’m thirsty for your brow,
I’m waiting for your rain to wipe my soot.
In desert, waste and without water land
This is how I showed up in front of you,
So I can see your power in the sand.
Your mercy’s better than my life: it’s true.
My lips will praise you; trees will be my friends,
So I shall bless you in my life and live,
And in your name I shall raise up my hands
This way I’ll have enough of what you give…
(13.08.06)
Do you?
(Translation)
Do still know how to keep silence,
Do you still know how to come down
On white steps and autumnal waves?
The narcissus announce, in yellow melodies,
That you will come.
The blue and green windows,
The old windows
Are waiting ceaselessly
The light of your showing.
If you still know how to keep silence,
If you still know how to sing,
You will come to conjure up
Me – your eyes, you – my heart.
If you still know how to cry,
We’ll go in the dark orchard
And, in a blood-stained weeping,
You’ll cry all that you once didn’t cry.
And then we shall keep silence
And we shall leave,
Me – with the agonizing flowers of your eyes,
You – with a dieing hind on your arms: my heart.
(08.06)
Ars poetica
(Translation)
The poetry is not tear,
She is weeping itself.
The weeping of an uninvented eye,
The weeping of the eye
Of the one who should be beautiful
The tear of the one who should be happy.
Human, the poet says, is the word
That sleeps in the stones of the man,
Human is the unword of the man
And still, the man, the man
Is the one who doesn’t believe
Who didn’t believe
Who I didn’t believe
To ever learn dieing.
(08.06)
Subiect: My young feather (Citit de 9452 ori)