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Kaspere, bine c-ai readus topicul la poezie pe bune - de mult asteptam s-o facä cineva! Päi atunci, sä mai pun si eu una:
As vrea
Sä fii din nou fäpturä omeneascä,
Sä-ti väd în ochii lumina de demult,
Ferice iar sä fiu când te ascult,
As vrea din nou iubirea sä träiascä.
As vrea sä fie sufletul o poartä,
Al meu spre tine si al täu în fatä-mi.
Vezi-mi tristetea, bucuria-nvatä-mi,
In patru mâini tinând aceeasi soartä.
As vrea ca fiara urii sä-si ia zborul
Sä mi te lase blândä si curatä,
Mireasa mea din rai de altä datä,
Cu care-am stiut ce dulce-amar e dorul.
Dar, vai, cat doar spre un liman himeric.
Iubita mea rämas-a o nälucä
Si-astept ca altä doamnä sä-mi aducä
Un ultim dar: supremul întuneric.
29 septembrie, 1998
h. 23:45-23:58,
Bucuresti
I wish
A human being you to be once more,
Your eyes to have the light of long ago,
Happy to be when hearing you, sweet so,
I wish our love alive as was before.
The soul I wish to be a sort of gate,
Mine over you and yours in front of me,
To learn my sadness, and my joy to see,
Four hands together holding the same fate.
The beast of hate to fly away I wish,
To leave you pure and gentle as the snow,
My bride from heaven who made me to know
How bitter-sweet the longing is a dish.
But, oh, the shore I watch is bare and stark.
My most beloved is now only a wraith,
And from another lady here I wait
A final gift - supreme, eternal dark.
Translated, September 2000,
Bucharest
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