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imaginea utilizatorului Călin Sămărghiţan

Time

(and time again)

Circles
we all ride in circles,
pieces of time
gathered by the gravity of our mind
moistened by the grass.

Yesterday is a wandering bird,
tomorrow passes into oblivion
slowly like a cricket into my ear.

I forgot to tell you:
flag the moments not to forget,
flag every stone, every fountain.
They will water the grass
between your toes,

the raw grass between the circles.

imaginea utilizatorului cvasiliu

Sonet 126

I will die as stone

It rains with shivers in my zealot vow
To whom I was, to elder that I’ll be;
No lucid spring will blossom in the knee,
After the chaos of the falling crow.
No half or faked answers and no plea
To broken fortune in the mirror, now,
When I’m the reckless tyrant in the slough
Of recollection and despair glee.
No second thoughts; under the step will grow
A chasm, a heated spear or a sea

imaginea utilizatorului O umbrela galbena

The river I

...

The river cuts through the earth,
the earth cradles the river.

Every boat on every river
was once a bridge,
(take me to the watery side)
and every bridge was once a tree,
(there are no anchors)
and every heart was once a child free from the misery of rivers.
(if I drown, I die)
Every sail
was once a wedding dress,
(if I love, I cry)
every motor was a dream,
(the risk we take)

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity

Ra

(..’only dream I ever have is the surface of the sun…every time I shut my eyes is always the same’ - Sunshine)

hey, creatures of earth
I'm off to the sun
I’m packing up light,
no tooth brush, no gun
farewell weeks and years of earthly chores
I'm letting go now
my gravity's yours

the rocket is ready
I'm happy to say
a heart and two wings
and a ticket one way

people are waving

imaginea utilizatorului Aranca

embrasse-moi

ne nous laissons pas aller à l'attendrissement
c’est le dernier spectacle des fourmis
derrière ce grand sommeil
parmi les collines rouges
ne vous attristez pas tant
de cette bataille déjà perdue
la mort écrite autour d’un seul blessé n’est rien
nos souvenirs sont des lettres sans racines
la vie a toujours ses privilèges
ou ses victimes collatérales
embrasse-moi

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