all my life I’ve been meaning to learn
how the soul becomes body and the body becomes soul
without ever ceasing to be what they are
then we could wander one inside the other like in a garden
one breath apart
I like to watch you sleeping
see you eyelids crease up from the dreams in the picture box
and your skin getting thinner under God’s caress
in the chill of the morning
sometimes you cry in your sleep with the pain of a melted stone
that squeezes my heart into the corner of my eyes
other times you uncover yourself of night with a smile
caught in a gesture
from which light pours over things
your sadness lays on words
a web in which the sun weaves its rays
upon awakening
loneliness is a baby crib
(poem published in the volume "catacombe. aici totul e viu" ("catacombs. everything is alive here"), Vinea Publishing House, Bucharest, 2008, p. 47. English translation: Simona Sumanaru.)
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