CU STELE-N FANTANI-THE STARS-IN WELLS

• Ma aplec in Adanc,ca sa ascult cuvintele inteleptilor.Cu pasi marunti pornesc spre o fantana,atingand,in treacat,cu fruntea,umbra pridvorului ce sta sa cada.Ca un glas taraganat,lantul invechit al cumpenei,scoate un jalnic suspin,ca o povara grea,ca si cum ar trebui sa duca pe umeri,intreg Universul rasturnat in Adanc.Ca intr-o metamorfoza a Iubirii,patrunsa in adancul Pamantului,Izvorul urca incet,spre Curcubeu.Cu stele-n fantani,Pamantul se odihneste.Veniti,Ielelor frumoaselor,sa scoatem din Adanc,bacsisul pe care l-au lasat Ingerii,cand,trecand peste creasta dealului,si-au adus aminte ca sunt insetati.
• I lean into the Deep,to listen the wise words.Start with small steps toward a well,reaching in passing,forehead,the shade of porch about to fall.As a drawling voice,old chain the sweep well,take a sad sigh,like a heavy burden,as should lead to shoulders the entire universe toppled into the Abyss.As a metamorphosis of Love,inspireed deep Earth,spring up slowly,to Rainbow.With stars in wells,earth rests.Come,Beautiful Elves,to out of the Deep,tip left the Angels,when,passing over the crest of the hill,they remember that they are thirsty.

IMAGINI ASCUNSE SI STIUTE-HIDDEN PICTURES AND KNEW

• Calauzit prin undele de aer,dinspre Valea Caramidarului se aude sunetul taraganat al roatei,imbratisand,ca intr-o unduire de valuri ascunse in nisip,taina lutului.Se astern,ca intr-un vis,imagini ascunse in cuvinte,ramase ca semne pe buza ulciorului.Bobite de visuri prinse ca intr-un ghem,tras din fuiorul razelor,in noptile cu luna plina,se ingramadesc in lut,pecetluind,pentru o clipa,trecerea.Incatusate cuvinte ascunse in umbra,se strecoara ca niste matanii,printre degetele Ielelor frumoaselor.Ascunse de paienjenisul Padurii,prins ca un voal argintiu de crengile brazilor,nestatornice,stinghere si tacute,murmurand adaugat inspre vale,Ielele frumoasele asteapta Ucenicii,sa le fie calauze prin locurile in care s-au statornicit bulgarii de pamant cuvantatori,pastrati ca o mostenire,ramasa prin trecerea timpului.Sunt locuri in care pamantul sta sa cada,acoperit de stanci razlete,adaugandu-si mantia zdrentuita,ca intr-o rugaciune cu fruntea indreptata spre Cer,in Calea Ingerilor.Prins ca un lacat printre radacini,pamantul asteapta sa fie descoperit,ca o poarta uitata de la inceputuri,aruncand cate o privire timida spre locuri stiute de genuni,ascunse in intuneric.Razlete raze de lumina,incalzesc,ca intr-un balsam,materia,adaugand,prin zborul insectelor in aer,culori din flori si cantecul necurmat al greierilor,raspunzand ca un ecou,freamatului dinspre stanci.Ascunse in ulcior,de valurite semne,adaugate-n taina nepieritoarelor genuni,ca intr-o scoica,ganduri spre nevazute valuri,in nopti cu luna plina,se tes ,ca intr-o panza,imaginile zilei,vuind ca un ecou,adaugat in taina de mesterul olar.
• Guided by waves of air,from the Valley brickyard,is heard delayed sound of wheels,embracing,as in a ripple of waves hidden in sand,clay mystery.It lie,as in a dream,pictures,hidden words left that signs,the lip jug.Berries of dreams,caught as in a ball,drew from the bundle rays,full moon nights,they pile in clay,sealing,for moment,the passage.Hancuffed words hidden in shadow,filter,like rosary among fingers of Beautiful Elves.Hidden by cobwebs Forest,caught like a silver veil,the branches of trees,fickle,perch and quiet,murmuring said,toward the valley,Beautiful Elves expects disciples to be their guides in places where they have settled,clods words,keep as a legacy,left by the passage of time.There are places where the earth is about to fall,covered with loose rocks,adding his torn cloak,as if in prayer,with forehead toward heaven on Angels Path.Caught like a lock among roots,ground waiting to be discovered,like a forgotten gate in the beginning,throwing each a glance shy,to places known by abyss,hidden on darkness.Scattered rays of light,heat like a balm,matter,adding,by flying insects in the air,colors of flowers and continually song,the crickets,responding as an echo from the rocks bustle.Hidden in jug,by waves signs,added to the mystery imperishable abyss,as in a shell,thoughts to unseen waves in the full moon nights are woven as in a cloth,pictures day,roaring like an echo,added on secret,by master potter.

AZURUL CA UN HOINAR-AZURE LIKE A WANDERER

• Acoperita ca un voal de nostalgia atator dimineti,pornesc prin Valea Muntelui.Sub pasii mei,pamantul reavan,cazut peste noapte de pe copitele caprioarelor,freamata,ca sub atingerea aripilor stravezii ale unui spiridus.Cu fruntea indreptata spre Cer,ascult cum curge Izvorul.Mugurii copacilor sunt pregatiti sa dea in floare.M-am intors din maruntaiele Pamantului si port pe trup semnul intunericului din genuni. In acest loc se afla Poarta Adancurilor,locuinta inmiresmata a spiridusilor,in care se zamislesc visuri ciudate,asternute ca un polen multicolor,peste nedeslusitele ecouri ale Intunericului.Deschid lacatul si ma opresc in mijlocul acestui univers impietrit,ca o picatura de apa vie,cazuta din Cer.In cercuri concentrice,din ce in ce mai largi,cad ca o petala,bobita de vis,din launtrul careia se aud tot mai puternic bataile inimii,ca sunetele cristaline ale clopotelor din turla catedralei,cuprinzand,ca un voal magic de iubire,imprejurimile nepatrunselor carari ale Abisului.Cu frica in priviri cat Cerul,ating cu palmele,pietre ramase de la inceputuri,cand cuvintele se rastalmaceau in apele Izvorului.Intunericul ma primeste in casa lui.De atat singuratate,legaturile copacilor se prind ca intr-o imbratisare,ca sa nu raceasca.Aici,printre umbrele tenebrelor,primesc in inima soaptele Izvorului.ca o binecuvantare.Sagetatoare umbre,ca niste liane aduse de ganduri,se ascund in urma mea,incercand sa-mi cuprinda fiinta,sa imi opreasca trecerea.De aici,din acest imens locas al singuratatii,nu mi-e mai frica,pentru ca stiu ca apa duce catre Cer.Cuprinsa de un neasteptat sentiment al trecerii ,imi ridic ochii spre Cer,ca sa-i ascult cresterea.Cercuri concentrice aduse de ganduri,cheama,prin bataile inimii,ca un ecou straveziu purtat pe aripi,de ingeri,intoarcerea Ielelor frumoaselor,sa zadarniceasca,prin dans,nelinistitele liane intunecate ale tenebrelor.Si,ca un voal straveziu,iubirea ma cuprinde,ridicand trupul meu spre lumina,asezandu-mi trecerea pe firele de iarba,impodobite de picaturile de roua ale diminetii.Cu genele intredeschise,inlacrimate,Ielele frumoasele ating,in taina,inima mea.Ascult in tacere cantecul greierilor,ca un zvon tremurat,purtat pe aripi de spiridusi.Ca niste cirese dulci,zemoase,bataile cadentate ale inimii se lovesc,acum,de fruntea mea.Printre degete,Azurul,ca un hoinar,s-a ratacit,ca sa-mi aminteasca,sa nu uit niciodata drumul catre casa.
• Covered with a veil of nostalgia that so many mornings,starting through Mountain Valley.Under my steps,moist ground,fell overnight on deer hooves on the trail,shudder,as in achieving flimsy wings,of a brownie.With forehead toward heaven,listening to flowing spring.Tree buds are ready to give in bloom.I turned the bowels of the earth,and wear on the body,dark mark from naught.In this place is deep Gate,fragrant home of elves,that is conceived,strange dreams,fall like a multicolored pollen over uncertain echoes of darkness.Open the lock and stop in the middle of this universe hardened as a drop of living water fell from the sky.The concentric circles of the wider fall like a petal,pearls dream,from within which is heard more and more powerful,heart rate,crystalline sounds of bells of the cathedral,including as a magic veil of love,unfathomable surroundings paths of the Abyss.With fear in my eyes,as Heaven,reach with palms stones left over from the beginning,when words are twisted in the water Spring.Darkness accept me into his house.So much loneliness,bonds trees cling like a hug,not cool.Here,among the shadows of darkness,received into the heart,whispering Spring,a blessing.Piercing shadows,like lianas,brought of thoughts,hiding behind me,trying to contain my being,to stop my passage.Here in this huge house of loneliness,I'm more afraid not,for I know that water goes to Heaven.Seized with a sudden feeling of the passage,I looked up to heaven,to listen growth.Concentric circles brought of thoughts,called by heartbeat,echoing stone,worm on the wings of angels,returning Beautiful Elves,frustrate through dance,lianas restless dark of darkness.And like a gauzy veil,love embrace me,lifting my body to the light,settling my passage on the grass,trimmed drops of morning dew.Eyelashes parted with tears,Beautiful Elves reach,in secret,my heart.Listen in silence,crickets,as a rumor trembling,carried on the wings of elves.Like sweet cherries,juicy,heart beat rhythm,it hit my forehead now.Among fingers,azure like a wanderer,got lost so that I remember,never forget the road home.

DE 70 DE ORI CATE 7-70 TIMES BY 7

• Sa ucizi,intr-o lume perfecta,sa ucizi toate cuvintele.Sa ucizi bobite de lacrimi ce curg pe pamant,ca o crestere.Sa ucizi lumina,iubirea,nemarginirea,atat de aproape de inima ta,incat versul,ca un voal ancestral se topeste,curgand pe pamant.Cum ai putea,Pamantule,sa iti zadarnicesti schimbarea? Cum ai putea,Intunericule,sa iti adaugi lucrarea tesuta in nopti adanci,din trupul Ielelor frumoaselor?Cu mana intinsa atat de aproape de inima ta,trecut-au anii,si Timpul ramas-a neschimbat.Adanc este Cerul,acum aplecat spre ochii sperantei.Adanca e noaptea,si cat de adanca?Adanc aplecat,Adanc neschimbat,cum ai putea sa primesti cu ochii inlacrimati,un singur cuvant?Adanc aplecat,nu te-ai schimbat,Adanc ,aplecat peste trupul Ielelor frumoaselor,Adanc,aplecat in nemarginire.Fi-va ziua,mireasa ta?Fi-va iubirea,pecetea ta?Va fi cuvantul,atat de stingher,incat in noptile cu luna,ca un mesager al astrelor,sa cheme in ecou,cu lacrimi de inger,ca un lup,iubirea pierduta,ca o mireasa,in lumea perfecta,fara lumina,fara speranta,fara alinare?Necontenit e strigatul,cazuta-i speranta,in lumea perfecta ce-o purtam in taina,pe umerii goi.Cuvinte cazute ca lacrimi pe cripta,cuvinte indoliate,pe care niciodata,atingerea ingerilor nu le va curata.De 70 de ori cate 7,cazute pe morminte,ce tainica putere,cand in lumea perfecta,speranta a murit.Cazut e voalul peste minuni,cazut,ca o lacrima ce nu se va sterge,caci,omul,ca inger,nicicand nu va mai fi.
• To kill in perfect world,to kill all the words.To kill pearls of tears flowing on the ground,as an increase.To kill, light,love,infinity,so close to your heart,that verse as an ancestral veil melts,flowing to earth.How could earth,it thwarts your change?How could Darkness,to add your canvas,woven deep nights,from body of Beautiful Elves?With helping hand so close to your heart,years went by,and time remains unchanged.Deep is the sky now leaning towards eyes of hope.Deep is the night,and how deep?Deeply leaning,Deep unchanged,as you could get,watery eyes,a single word?Leaned deeply,you have not changed,Deep leaned over body Beautiful Elves,Deep leaned in infinity.Will be the day your bride?It will be love your seal?Word be so lonely,that in the nights the moon as a celestial messenger,to call the echo,with tears of angel,like a wolf,lost love,as a bride,in a perfect world,no lights,no hope,no relief?Is continually cry,fallen is hope,in a perfect world,what will secretly wear on bare shoulders.Words fell like tears crypt mourning words,which never reach angels will not clean.70 times by 7,fallen on the graves,the mysterious power,when in a perfect world,hope died.Is veil fell upon wonders,fell like a tear that will not delete,because man,that angel,never will be.

TAINA PIETRELOR-MYSTERY STONES

• Sufletul mi s-a ascuns in inima,ca intr-o gradina fermecata,in care s-au refugiat gandurile,ca niste nestemate pietrificate,cazute din Cer,ca lacrimi.Pornesc in sus,spre Munte,purtand in palme,ca un semn,prima piatra intalnita pe poteca.Simt caldura pietrei,ca o boare racoritoare in zorii diminetii,cand curcubeul imbratiseaza Pamantul,ca o panglica colorata,de sentimente ascunse in lumina.Primeste-o si in palmele tale,incatusata de pulsul cadentat al Timpului,adaugand,peste praful de stele,un tainic mister,al Cuvintelor.In inima mea,caldura pietrei,se transforma,printr-o usoara strangere,intr-o alta materie,a nisipului matasos din adancul oceanelor,realitati cutremuratoare atat de criptate,incat dorul dupa Ingeri,ar putea aduce,inapoi,pe Pamant,puterea Iubirii.
• My soul was hidden in my heart,as in a magic garden,where they took refuge thoughts,like petrified diamonds,fallen from heaven,like tears.Start up the mountain,carrying in palms,as a sign,the first stone found on the path.I feel warm stone,like a soft breeze in the early morning,when the bow,hug the earth as a  colored ribbon,of feelings hidden in the light.Get it in your palms,bound to the rhytmic pulse of the Times,adding,over the dust of stars,a mysterious mystery of the Words-are Beautiful.In my heart,warm stone becomes,by slightly raising,in another matter,the soft sand of the deep oceans,the trembling realities as encrypted,that longing after Angels could bring back the power of Love.

OGLINDA DIN SICRIU-COFFIN MIRROR

• Oglinda este Cerul,sicriul e Pamantul,o parte dintr-un Intreg,rotita,invechita si atat de necesara oamenilor,ca Apa.Alerg spre Locul in care heruvimii Intunericului,pastreaza apa de izvor si busuiocul pentru rugaciune,ca un semn al vesniciei.Mi-am aplecat fruntea inauntrul unui sicriu,ca sa-mi gasesc imaginea stravezie din oglinda,inima,ochii,palmele si Cuvintele-Ielele frumoasele,odihnindu-se ca intr-o scoica in care pulseaza Viata.Infiorata,am acoperit cu trupul meu oglinda,in semnul crucificarii,pentru un alt Timp,un alt Loc,o alta Iubire,dorita inca din copilarie,cand Jocul de-a Samariteanul era singura tasta apasata pe calculator.
• The mirror is Heaven,Earth's coffin,one part of a whole,rotated,outdated and much-needed people like water.I run to the place where cherubims of Darkness keeps spring water and basil for prayer,as a sign of eternity.I bent forehead inside a coffin to find my transparent picture in the mirror,the heart,the eyes,the palms and Words-Beautiful Elves,resting like in a shell in which pulsating life.Tingly,I covered the mirror with my body,in the sign crucifixion,for another time,another place,another love,wanted since childhood,when the game Samaritan was the only key pressed on the computer.

NE REFUGIEM-WE TAKE REFUGE

• Ma refugiez printre cuvinte,ca sa ascult fiorul ascuns al Universului.Cu fata intoarsa spre Lumina,astept ca Ielele frumoasele sa revina din calatoria lor prin Cercul de Foc al Pamantului,locul tainic,ca o clepsidra,in care statornicesc toate dorintele nespuse ale Pamantenilor.Doar Izvorul le trdeaza prezenta,prin strafulgerari catifelate de lumina,ascunzandu-se in joaca printre undele din apa si din aer.Intind palmele spre acest minunat taram,ca sa-i simt prezenta,deschizand cu grija o poarta spre mijlocul cuvintelor.Astfel,printre Anotimpuri,Pamantul este binecuvantat cu soaptele sfintilor.Ingenunchez in rugaciune,cu o lacrima in coltul ochilor.Cu fruntea aplecata spre Pamant,ca frunzele desprinse de pe ramura copacilor,ma rog Cerului,sa mai stea cu mine inca o Eternitate,aici,pe Pamant,langa jertfa lasata in urma cuvintelor.Atunci,acoperi-ma-vor undele de ape,iar colturi minunate de stanci,se vor oglindi,alunecand ca un luceafar,peste ochii mei,dar cuvintele mele,Ielele frumoasele se vor odihni in trupul meu,risipit in praful de stele,primind ,in timp,jertfa inimii,rastignita inca din copilarie,ca un copil parasit.
• I seek refuge among the words,to listen hidden thrill of the Universe.Facing the light,wait for the Beautiful Elves to return from their journey throught the Circle of Fire the Earth,the secret place,like an hourglass in which establiched the unspoken desires of all peoples.Only Spring reveals it this by soft flashes of light,hiding in play among the waves of water and air.Extend palms to this great land,I feel to this,opening with care a gateway to the middle of words.So,among Seasons,Earth is blessed with saints whispers.Kneeling in prayer with a tear in the corner of the eyes.With forehead bowed down to earth,like loose leaves from the tree branch,bring a prayer of Heaven,to stand with me,still an eternity,here on Earth,near sacrifice,lagging behind the words.Then,waves of water will cover me,and beautiful corners of rock will mirror,slipping,like a star upon over my eyes,but the words,my Beautiful Elves,will rest in my body,dispersed in the dust of stars and received,in time,sacrifice heart,crucified,since childhood,as an abandoned child.