Primele poezii din 2008

soartă care se incumeta, lumini care ascultă,
nimeni care sa stie, nimeni care sa vrea.
Azi îmi adun orele rastalmacite, timpul ramas,
curajul din alte vieti adunat,
şi uit.

Candva, odata, am sa regasesc ţara mea furată,
sufletul rătăcit peste ganduri venite din infinit,
am să ma învoiesc cu vantul şi cu luna,
să cuprind în palme furtuna,
să-i ajut cu tinereţea,
cu momentele înnoptate şi cu tăcerea,
să remarc cand dispare
fiecare flutur şi fiecare floare.

**
Nocturne

the night
the falling into pieces
the night falling among us in pieces.
the cruelty of the signs
and something else I cannot describe.

the pieces again the pieces of mind,
of happiness, of it being or not right,
at the other end there is only doubt,
but my eyes are covering the moon tonight
and there is still a celebration,
images falling for a while.
You/Me at the end of the line.

**

Down the road that was to be untravelled
I am missing my sight
losing weight
diminishing with every second and minute
of your blindness,
of our sin.

down the pavement that I face
I surrender and fall in disgrace
the secrets are waiting for an answer
but no one is here to meet the end
of the sorrow.

Don’t wake up please
leave the morning to me
and your call of anxiety
strive to reach the finish
a break is lost and someone else will find me.