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Legenda lui Prier
La umbra zvonului pribeag stau amagite de cuvinteUn pumn de snoave pe-un șirag vrăjit de cloanțe pervertite,Șoptindu-i vântului povești despre năluci ce-și poartă nadaPrin năzbâtiile lumești ironizându-i bufonada. Când primăveri se prind în crâng din marea cerului se-adapăUn vânt bezmetic și nătâng înșurubând pădurea toatăCu un fior de bazaochi, cu snoavele pornite-n basme,Lăsându-i nopțile-n deochi de ghidușii și…
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Charm
It’s snowing the tales over usWith chapters surrounded by charm.The evening is seizing the palmOf seven desires. A spellIs crossing in seconds the path,Just seven were those, yet apartSome stings lost their battle duel. It’s raining the colours in verseIn seven nuances through rhymes,Their songs bring the night in the cymesWith seven desirous bouquetsOf ardours…
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Frânturi de cer se dezgolesc de frici
Se risipesc iar zorii printre blocuri,Frânturi de cer se dezgolesc de frici,Albastrul se-mpletește pe alocuriCu șoaptele timide-a lui aici. Despic din coapsa timpului o știre,Cuvinte-nfăsurate-n haine gri,Metehne sângerând într-o nuntireDe îndoieli pe coama lui a fi. Din depărtări se-aud frânturi de pizmă,Și-nnegurari se-abat peste oraș,Pământul se rotește-n neodihnăFrângându-se-n tornade păgubaș. De-a valma se adună-n piețe corbiiSă-i smulgă…
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Pipedream
The calling of forests is signing my cupOf longing and dreaming; my pipedreaming tea.I pause for a moment and load yearning upOn this lovely morning of midwinter’s quay. The glimpses of wonder are penning a draft:Come on, pack your feelings and catch up the blissAway on the green lands where grace meets the skiesAnd winds…
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Mă ninge-n făurar mirare
Mă ninge-n făurar mirareȘi alb mă mângâie-n aleanÎmbrățișându-mă-n iertare. Din osturi îngeri prind cântarePrivind cum dincolo de lanMă ninge-n făurar mirare. În suflet plămădesc culoareCuvintele de peste anÎmbrățișându-mă-n iertare. La poarta nopților răsareMagia iernii și-n aleanMă ninge-n făurar mirare. Tăcerile-mpletesc cărarePeste-al dorințelor oceanÎmbrățișându-mă-n iertare. Zăpezi se scurg de peste zareSfințindu-mi rostul pământean.Mă ninge-n făurar mirareÎmbrățișându-mă-n…
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No Winter Lasts Forever
My beloved, the rain is writing sweet love letters to the sunPenning memories of summers with the colours of pure bliss,Through the storms, these pitch-dark evenings are balancing spring’s return,Drawing on the future’s seasons new rebirth and life’s soft kiss. Blue equations of unknown twirling psalms from the ninth cloudAre selling their playful patterns to…
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I’m holding
I’m holding,These memories painfully crushing my dawns,When freedom was captured in terror’s homelands.For finding the pace, the truth, the solace,I’m fully aware I might need to dare,Admitting my pain, again and again,Waltzing together in this stormy weather,So, we can both tie, releasing the cry.Accepting the past, the smog, and the dustI’m strong as a feather,Yet…
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The field of illusions
It was evening again,And I floated alone over the world of thoughts.One petal… two petals… three petals…And crazy screwed-up mathAmong the tears of helplessness and longingLocked between imaginary castles. It was snowing constantly outside, And the moonlight had taken over the skies,Reflecting glimmers of magicIn the snow-covered sins of the world.And I, beyond the curtain,Feverishly studying…
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Would You Be My Valentine?
February is writing down memories of Mother Earth,Covering the horizon with the snowiest fairy tales,Bright and calm, the splendid moon sings to sun hymns of rebirth,Yearning warmth, peace and sweetness, crafting hope through love’s details.In the mornings, northeast winds whisper tunes from hazy skiesCaressing the bare ash trees: Would you be my Valentine? From ether, the…
