May 4, 2010
Guardian angel (Inger de paza) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:39:00 PMWhile my soul was praying in the night,
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
I could see like in a dream my guardian angel,
Wearing clothes made of shadows and sunshine,
And above me with a smile it spread his wings;
But when I saw you in pale clothes,
Young girl full of longing and mystery,
The angel ran away from your defeated eye.
You're a demon, young girl, because only with a look
From your long eyelashes, from your big eyes
You made my angel fly frightened,
Him, my saint guardian, my faithful friend?
Or maybe!... Oh, close your long lashes,
So I can recognize your pale features,
Because you- you are him.
broken roses
Far away I am from you (Departe sunt de tine) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 09:12:00 PMFar away I am from you and alone near the fire,
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
I remember my life lacking in good luck,
Eighty years feel like have passed,
That I am old like winter, that you must have died.
Memories are falling on my soul like droplets,
Awakening in front of me the past nothings;
With his fingers the wind blows into the windows,
It comes back into my mind the wire of sweet stories,
And then in front of me it looks like you're walking through the mist,
With your big eyes full of tears, with thin and cold hands;
With both your arms you grab my neck
And you would like to tell me something... then you sigh...
I hold you tight my wealth of love and beauty,
With kisses we bind our poor lives...
Oh! the heart's voice should forever stay silent,
To forget forever the luck that for a second I had,
To forget that after a moment from my arms you tear out...
I'll be old and lonely, you'll be dead for long!
broken roses
Why aren't you coming (De ce nu-mi vii) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 5/04/2010 08:33:00 PMSee, the swallows are leaving,
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
The walnut leaves are falling,
Frost is covering the vineyards-
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
Oh, come again in my arms,
So I can look at you avidly,
To sweetly rest my head,
On your breast, on your breast!
Do you remember when
We were walking through valleys and meadows,
I would lift you in my arms
So many times, so many times?
In this world there are women
With eyes that spread sparkles...
But, however high they are,
They're not like you, they're not like you!
Because you always brighten up
The life of my soul,
Brighter than any other star,
My love, my love!
Late is the autumn now,
The leaves are falling on the road,
And the fields are empty...
Why aren't you coming, why aren't you coming?
broken roses
Apr 28, 2010
Every time, my love ( De cate ori, iubito) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/28/2010 10:11:00 PM
Every time, my love, I remember,
The frozen ocean appears ahead of me:
On the steamy sky no star shows itself,
Far away only the yellow moon-a spot;
And over thousands of rapid icy waves
A bird is floating with tired wings,
While its mate kept flying forward
With a whole stock of birds, disappearing in the sunset,
It's looking back with suffering glances,
It's not sorry now, it's not glad... it dies,
Dreaming itself years back in a second.
We are further and further together,
More and more I'm darkening and freezing,
When you're not disappearing in the eternal morning's horizon.
The frozen ocean appears ahead of me:
On the steamy sky no star shows itself,
Far away only the yellow moon-a spot;
And over thousands of rapid icy waves
A bird is floating with tired wings,
While its mate kept flying forward
With a whole stock of birds, disappearing in the sunset,
It's looking back with suffering glances,
It's not sorry now, it's not glad... it dies,
Dreaming itself years back in a second.
We are further and further together,
More and more I'm darkening and freezing,
When you're not disappearing in the eternal morning's horizon.
broken roses
What's love? (Ce e amorul?) by Mihai Eminescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/28/2010 09:51:00 PMWhat's love? It's a long
Reason for pain,
Because thousands of tears aren't enough
And it keeps asking for more.
Of a passing sign from her
It binds your soul,
So that you won't forget her
Your whole life.
But she's still waiting in the threshold for you
In the corner's shadows,
So lover with lover can meet
After your heart's request:
The sky and earth disappear
And your chest is beating,
And it keeps hanging from a word
Half whispered.
It follows you for weeks
A step made slowly,
A sweet handshake,
An eyelash trembling.
Lights are following you
Like the sun and the moon,
And through the day so many times
And always in the night.
Because it was written that your life
Of her longing won't fit,
Because it embraced you like
The liana from the water.
Reason for pain,
Because thousands of tears aren't enough
And it keeps asking for more.
Of a passing sign from her
It binds your soul,
So that you won't forget her
Your whole life.
But she's still waiting in the threshold for you
In the corner's shadows,
So lover with lover can meet
After your heart's request:
The sky and earth disappear
And your chest is beating,
And it keeps hanging from a word
Half whispered.
It follows you for weeks
A step made slowly,
A sweet handshake,
An eyelash trembling.
Lights are following you
Like the sun and the moon,
And through the day so many times
And always in the night.
Because it was written that your life
Of her longing won't fit,
Because it embraced you like
The liana from the water.
broken roses
Apr 26, 2010
The young people (Tinerii) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/26/2010 10:25:00 PM
They kiss, ah, they kiss, they kiss
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
the young people on the streets, in bars, on fences,
they keep kissing as if they
only were some terminations
of the kiss.
They kiss, ah, they kiss through the running cars,
in the subway stations, in the cinemas,
in the buses, they desperately kiss,
violently, as if
at the end of the kiss, after the kiss
there's only the unavoidable old age
and death.
They kiss, ah, they kiss the thin young people
and in love. So thin, as if
they would ignore bread's existence in this world.
So in love, as if, as if
they would ignore world's existence itself.
They kiss, ah, they kiss as if
in the darkness, in the most secure darkness,
as if no one could see them, as if
the sun was about to rise
bright
only
after the torn and bleeding from all the kissing mouths
wouldn't be able to kiss
but with the teeth.
broken roses
To Galateea (Catre Galateea) by Nichita Stanescu
0 comentarii Publicat de Pure Wish la 4/26/2010 10:04:00 PM
I know all your times, all your moves, all your perfumes
and your shadow, and your silences, and your breast
what shiver they have and what color,
and your walk, and your melancholy, and your eyebrows,
and your blouse, and your ring, and the second
and I can't wait anymore and I put my knee in rocks
and I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know what's far from you,
so far, that close doesn't exist anymore-
afternoon, after the skyline, after the sea...
and everything that is after them,
and so far, that it doesn't have a name.
That's why I bend my knee and put it
on the rock's knee, which is humming.
And I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know everything that you never know, from inside you.
The heartbeat that follows the one you're hearing now,
the end of the word whose first syllable you're just saying
trees- wooden shadows of your veins,
rivers- moving shadows of your blood,
and rocks, the rocks- rock shadows of my knee,
which I bend in front of you and I beg you,
give birth to me. Give birth to me.
and your shadow, and your silences, and your breast
what shiver they have and what color,
and your walk, and your melancholy, and your eyebrows,
and your blouse, and your ring, and the second
and I can't wait anymore and I put my knee in rocks
and I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know what's far from you,
so far, that close doesn't exist anymore-
afternoon, after the skyline, after the sea...
and everything that is after them,
and so far, that it doesn't have a name.
That's why I bend my knee and put it
on the rock's knee, which is humming.
And I beg you,
give birth to me.
I know everything that you never know, from inside you.
The heartbeat that follows the one you're hearing now,
the end of the word whose first syllable you're just saying
trees- wooden shadows of your veins,
rivers- moving shadows of your blood,
and rocks, the rocks- rock shadows of my knee,
which I bend in front of you and I beg you,
give birth to me. Give birth to me.
broken roses
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