POEZIE

Are there time to take something of the life?
A dream, a flower, a color,
I have the best chart: an injury! I
Would like to play this chart, but I was afraid!

What time is it? In which century?
Something does not function any more in my life
Eternity, do you grant this dance to me?
I have a crisis of existence, but the life is pretty.

I cannot hear you, Miss
The train comes like a cough mixture
I smell myself badly, I do not have an other pair,
I would like a such a soft ticket and coffee...
Somebody here speaks confused...

Pentru Arthemis

Floare dulce, dulce floare
De dincoace de dincolo
Nici nu-mi ninge, nici nu-mi ploua
De dincolo de dincoace
N-am ce-ti zice, nici ce-ti face
De aproape de departe
Doar un vis ne mai desparte
Si de dincolo de tine
Raiul zilelor senine
Si mai incoace de mine
Riuri repezi de albine
De mereu, dintotdeauna
Numai stelele si luna
Numai soarele si valul
Raspindind in unde malul
De din lacrima amara
Ni se face iarasi vara
Din amara lacrimare
Raspindita de ninsoare
Ni se face impreuna
Soare stele nori si luna
Si in dulcea ta licoare
Presar simburi de ninsoare…
Floare dulce, dulce floare

Catre Arthemis

Facut` din praf de stele
Ce minune e[ti femeie
Parul tau numai inele
Coapsele ca o scinteie

Pielea ta de catifea
Visul unui inger pur
Scinteierea ta de stea
Vin la noapte sa ti-o fur

Nu te teme ca ma pierzi
Cind nu vei mai fii subtire
Eu in veci de veci nu uit
Ca-ntr-o noapte ti-am fost mire

Tu ai fost mireasa mea
Delicata ta faptura
A fost ca o peruzea
Ce mi s-a topit in gura

Luna de pe cer imi spune
Ca tu esti un giuvaer
Delicata mea minune
Noapte plina de mister

Si-n adincul fiintei tale
Ma voi pierde cum ti-am zis -
Iti dau visuri epocale
Cind patrund in Paradis

Hai acum mireasa mea
Sa ne pierdem in uitare
Eu in toata fiinta ta
Tu in voaluri dulci de mare

Nu avem o alta soarta
Una doar ne-a fost menita
Curtea are doar o poarta
Chiar de ingeri zugravita

Ca tu esti dulce ca visul
Un ocean de coapse dulci
Un fior in care visul
Noptii noastre vreau sa-l culci


Si e dulce cum e mierea
Miezul tau pe care-l are
Intre coapse doar muierea
Cu arome dulci de floare


Ploaia soarele si vara
Toamna fructe scincet soapte
Ziua coapta cum e para
Dragoste stele si noapte

It is the time of the ripe cherries
Ecoute how strike stars of the night
I you picking a basket of thoughts, like fruits.
The sky was based on the face of a mountain
It is time to gather camomile and cornflowers
to gather in grass a small star basket
to make you a collar,
As long as I have time, as long as I can hope...
And I want for also to bring back a herd of duveteux
clouds you So that you can make fritters.
And of these nimble malicious fairies,
a Little soft star powder...
And dancing on my temple, which you slow down the time,
Because I hear already the old ascetic,
Which allures me with an eternity,
Ecoute how the stars of the night are struck...

Beaucoup de bois magnifiquement arrangé
Comme dans un rêve des forêts
Mais qui allume le feu?
C'est l'intention de l'artiste:
La chaleur à l'intérieur
Qui nous fait rêver
Et sans laquelle nous serions
Plus pauvres avec un rêve.