Mar 23, 2012

Love, a young lioness
jumped into my face.
She watched me with strain
long time ago.
She stuck her white fangs in my face,
the lioness bit me, today, of my face.

And suddenly around me, nature
turned into a circle, rolling,
sometimes larger, sometimes closer,
like a gathering of waters.
And the look sprung up,
rainbow cut in two,
and the hearing met it
right next to the skylarks.

I took my hand to my eyebrow,
to my temple and chin,
but the hand doesn't know them anymore.
And it slides unknowingly
on a shining desert,
over which passes lazily
a copper lioness
with cunning moves,
one more time,
and one more time...

Wishes

1 Comment:

  1. Anonymous said...
    Ceea mai buna traducere gasita. Mersi

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