To overtake a
God, on toes of own curiosity,
by the kisses
touch the light and its peaks.
From love to
disease, wander
For the
secrets in a flowers, in a dreams,
Among the people
Everything
to lose, everyone to kiss,
And at the
end just to be, someone's all,
In the eyes,
in the hope, in the fall
to the chest.
to the chest.
Then forget,
often forget
As a senile,
old teacher
Those days
and soles full of dreams.
Through
which we
just as
eagerly, were rushing to a life,
Bearing that
soft touch of only lips,
In madness in fear, we were closing our eyes.
In madness in fear, we were closing our eyes.
In the palm
of the hands,
Where our
same old secrets flame,
On the
cheeks where the new gentle, discoveries blaze,
Here, the strange
eternity emerge inside us,
The divine truth given
by the heart.
Then the most
wonderful ones understand wonderfully us,
And we remember just those who remember us.
All our
paths to the stars,
From the shy
childhood fairy-tale,
Walk hand in
hand,
And when we
want, and when we fearfully don’t want,
My tin
soldiers,
Your little
shoes of the porcelain princesses,
Love the
same roads, dream the same liberty,
And that’s
why we travel,
and that’s
why we meet.
Come on,
give me your hands,
Then let’s
just fly
As an echo of
hundreds stars from afar.
Allow the grass
to be in love, and let the sky
to be a wise
and quiet, and divine blue,
But make it
wait for us.
And let me
ask this, wonderfully and clumsy,
as a crumb
of the Sun, a crumb of a hot bread,
In the eyes
of starving homeless,
Really do
you see? Here I am.
I will not
let them
to teach you
how to cry,
Not even
from the pictures that appear sad.
Come over here with these hands
Let's embrace in hug like two plain drinkers,
Let's kiss clumsy and curse this hapiness
which entire youth late,
I know the kisses cannot fix
All those places where souls were cracked
but your embrace saved my soul
from old age sad.
dedicat R. Birgaoanu
