Story

by Marin Sorescu, 1966


Your soul works with wood,
And mine with electricity.
Your love fills the sky with fumes,
Mine has a flame's purity

Still we shall walk together
A good piece of Earth,
A good piece of Moon,
A good piece of forever.

We'll be happy for the grass
And for the lake,
We'll laugh for the trees,
Praise the straight road with a kiss
And hold a moment of silence
For every turn that we missed.

We'll go by my shadow
That always moves forward,
We'll go by the first thought,
We'll go by two or three words.

Until
Holy Friday will come our way
To tell us among other things
That we are not that young anyways

And she will no longer provide
wood for the fumes
or electricity for the flame.