I needed a death to be able to see
the thirst of the half-buried body
on the dark side of the moon
the thread-wide bridge over the cheeks
swings the song like a morning sleep
with eye-sockets carved into the shins
the arms are open windows
towards the blue where saints willingly forget
their garments torn up in thousands of pieces
with which we will tie up the vineyards
the lips sewn by the angel are quivering
under the wax teardrop
(poem published in the volume "catacombe. aici totul e viu" ("catacombs. everything is alive here"), Vinea Publishing House, Bucharest, 2008, p. 6. English translation: Simona Sumanaru)
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