blogul lui Virgil CoastaMare

For-many nights, as extended clouds, gloomy
Been sleeping peacocks winter, the fields lowered

And just barely get out of marble sleep
When the horn scares often toxic substances

But tomorrow has to start, on the road of heaven,
Winter flocks of peacocks white as smoke,

And they saw or how far advanced shine
Peneturi with African sunshine,

They arrived at Helespont or hear cranes,
The silk pliscuri beating the horizon.

You're tired of wandering through the stars,
With billions of light years
How said is that they pân'la ahead,
Even with the full imagination
The cosmos and the cosmo-fantasies?
- There's big goal poems.
- What is great poetry? Word-in the wind
With which we deceive; convenient word
With the easy-cover does not know.
Better we go back to earth
And leaving the travel-n vacuum
Candide's garden to cultivate,
Putting imagination to measure
Illusion-n constant motion
A long road ends,
To dream, do not get ...
And maybe this would happen to be
And more coveted than poetry
Enticing -
For all is dream and search.



A young mother into a village-
Of India, lived beloved
Her husband and happy
And how many were given.
I went abiding life
How do I pass the morning charm
P a beautiful field full of flowers.
And gave the gods-thoughts
A little child, he is
The highest joy
In her living free bad.

But one day have to mbolnăvit
He caressed the hand to hand,
And he struggled a week
And the eighth day he died.

Clay was, they returned to the clay
Our establishment has all!
And mother-and cursed past
And future-aghast:
See her whole life
An empty field, where it
The more complaints, and went
Pain present time.

And the dead child to her breast,
Run mad mother
And at his feet Brama
In the temple she goes right.
Includes great ankles
A god with four faces
And in plaintive peal crying,
Face and stick it close
The carved stone of the century.
You invincible passion
A love that one of us,
Father! to give us a better
Why ask him back again?
O let me live baby, Lord!
Why did you banish pain
Warmest day of spring
The devastating autumn night?

And then the light temple
Scoboară whizzing sound,
Like many eagles that fly swift
And in stone Brama has moved:
Woman! I am miles mercy,
I left daylight
And words, the right port
Light thought and deed
But down I'll open right
Înviu to your dead child!

You go and how much the earth
A house in which never-
There were no pain, nor am,
And there make oath
That you will cry all life;
That light will run,
D is forever angry,
You did not laugh as you live
The dead will be alive then!

Written and hope to face
She leaves, and from village to village
All the houses to wonder.
And found the house which
That p be dead a woman crying,
And another house full of NTR-miss
Children crying for their mother,
And one man in this house
Complained that his wife died.
And no home not found

Without pain, a place free.
And returned to the mother temple,
There's no home-in the world, Brama,
Free of pain and bitterness.
Father-of life, e-nzadar,
D would run through the whole world
O let me live baby, father!

And like a distant thunder,
The holy temple and raised
A harsh roar of the storm
And a loud voice: You're crazy
Like darkness? But tell me,
You can do full darkness,
Where he does not light?

And darkness where not
You make light? Sad days
Without you pleasure as you believe?
And there are white, you see
That black makes him there?
This you do not you understand?
Want to keep other laws?
But ge a broken man in mind
No changes were made gods that
What was ever passed,
Forever will be, before now,
And the living will cease
Laugh, blestămându his fate,
The dead from the grave they rise or
And-or mock them! Nothing is death,
Life's all! Hear the word:
D have nothing crazy enough!

And poor mother never answered
Crying nmovilit to earth,
Her son gave him raiding.
He cried for a whole day mother,
Mormântu-n it raised her arms,
And night-cry through the whole of everything.
He flinched at dawn
And a moment was lost in a dream
One consolation he sent
From heaven Brama, mercy mercy!
Cried tears of dawn
The east one white flower
And overnight they had complained
It has turned to red flowers.
Were frumseţile light
But had thorns, and-so what?
She, poor, does not see the thorns
And gather flowers, and her hand
I bleed, but not hurt,
That for a spin was a flower

So it is written in holy book
The law of laws. D-time
These flowers springing meadows.
Boys-n poems sing
And then they glorify d rightly
Their wives put in chest
And girls have put in hair.
And in the temple gods bride and groom
Flowered vestmântul
And the sad mother's grave
Children put roses.
They who conceal the
For fear that the barbs are full?
And if life has thorns
Why complain that his bad life?