Mar 23, 2012
Rain in the month of March (Ploaie in luna lui Marte) by Nichita Stanescu
Publicat de Pure Wish la 3/23/2012 06:15:00 PMIt was raining infernally,
and we were making love in attics.
Through the sky of the window, oval,
the clouds were pouring in the month of March.
The walls of the chamber were
restless, under drawings of chalk.
Our souls were dancing
unseen in a definite world.
It will rain on your wings, you said,
it's raining with globes on the globe and through time.
It's ok, I would tell you, Lorelei,
my flight rains, with feathers.
And I was rising. And I didn't know were
in the world I had left the chamber.
You were shouting behind me: answer me, answer me.
what's more beautiful? humans?... the rain?...
It was raining infernally, completely insane rain,
and we were making love in attics.
I wouldn't want it ever to end
that month of March.
and we were making love in attics.
Through the sky of the window, oval,
the clouds were pouring in the month of March.
The walls of the chamber were
restless, under drawings of chalk.
Our souls were dancing
unseen in a definite world.
It will rain on your wings, you said,
it's raining with globes on the globe and through time.
It's ok, I would tell you, Lorelei,
my flight rains, with feathers.
And I was rising. And I didn't know were
in the world I had left the chamber.
You were shouting behind me: answer me, answer me.
what's more beautiful? humans?... the rain?...
It was raining infernally, completely insane rain,
and we were making love in attics.
I wouldn't want it ever to end
that month of March.
Wishes
0 Comments:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
