photo: Elena Popa
every morning I look for the earth
I write about the tenderness of light and then go silent
one gesture closer to the sun
we toss about the never-awaited coming
one line farther away from the edge of the world
today we shall not speak about the semi-darkness
lonely as we are, smiling at the transparencies
time is the sparkle in which I read your restlessness
the game creates this surprising trajectory we escape from
by testing the worry detached from our garments
when the clearness of the presence loses every stable spot
in the dance of the moment of fear and beauty
we will recognize each other by the state of throwing ourselves
upon the rock whiter than the halos of dreams
we draw every footstep in the mirror
the free bird of the unknown takes us traveling to the sky
the waters will open up when we eventually get
closer to ourselves
to the west the trees are in bloom
(poem published in the volume "catacombe. aici totul e viu" ("catacombs. everything is alive here"), Vinea Publishing House, Bucharest, 2008, p. 61. English translation: Simona Sumanaru.)
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