by Ana Blandiana
we each carry only one love in us
but mine is for you and yours... for another.
and fire consumes both of us
but i burn for you and you... for another
i wait for a word, you wait for a word
but me from you and you... from another.
i see in your sleep your face ravishing
but you in your dream still see the other...
and what still remains when destiny knows just
to part us?
don't you have pity? we just live to love, although you another
but i still... you!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Silence
by Lucian Blaga - 1924
There's so much silence in the air i think i hear
the moon rays hitting in the windows.
Inside
a foreign voice awoke
and sings a song of wish
that isn't mine.
They say the ancestors who died without age,
with young blood still in veins,
with passions left in blood,
with living Sun in passions,
come,
come to live again
in us
their unlived life.
There's so much silence in the air i think i hear
the moon rays hitting in the windows.
Oh, who knows - soul, in what chest you will sing
you too again over the ages
on chords of silence sweet,
of harp of darkness, choked desires
and broken joy of living? Who knows?
Who knows?
