DIN SOAPTELE SFINTILOR-FROM SAINTS WHISPERS

• Duc in palma mea atata suferinta,cata poate duce fruntea lipita de pamant,si soaptele desculte ale sfintilor.Cu umerii intorsi spre curcubeu,urc poteca serpuitoare din Munte,strabatuta in zori de pasii pelerinilor.Umbre tacute,purtandu-si umilinta ca o flacara vie,s-au ascuns langa umbra frunzelor,ca sa adune piucaturi de roua,in care sa strecoare rugaciunile,ca niste firimituri de paine,ca sa-si masoare urcusul.Incepand de la poalele Muntelui isi apleaca fruntile fierbinti pe Stanca,ca sa-si scuture lanturile,sa le auda ecoul,ca o eliberare din Legea Firii,ca o jertfa a cuvintelor,daruita Cerului.Atingand usor undele Izvorului,cu aripile-i albe,un porumbel a trecut ca un gand zburdalnic,pe langa tamplele mele reci.Adun nisipul din albia raului,ca frunzele,ca sa ascult trecerea clipelor,cuvinte cu aripa cazuta,bobite de pamant peste care trecura apele,cu unduirea Timpului.Aluneca-vor ca valurile, soaptele sfintilor,atingand cu fruntea Cerul,desavarsite,inlacrimate,cucernice,risipite ca petale pe creasta stancilor,un fir de izvor care curge in sus,ca frunzele, care primesc raze de lumina in coroana copacilor.S-au agatat de Cer,ca o panza de paianjen translucida,prin care putem numara bobite de roua cucernice,ca rugaciuni,o poarta deschisa spre frumusete.Mi-am lipit fruntea de aceasta panza,si parca lacrimile mi s-au refugiat aici,ca niste rugaciuni pentru care nu se pot rosti cuvinte.Ridicand voalul ceturilor dese,lasate in urma de Strajerii Noptii si murmurand usor,Ielele frumoasele mi-au prins palmele,ca sa intru in dansul lor,si parca simt pe frunte stropi de roua,cazuti in zori,pe firele de iarba,ca o binecuvantare.
• Lead in palm of my hand so much suffering,how much can lead forehead stuck to the ground,and bare whispers of saints.With shoulders returned to the rainbow,climb the winding path of Mountain,crossed at dawn,the steps of pilgrims.Silent shadows,wearing humility as a living flame,hid near the shadow leaves to collect dew drops,in which to pour prayers,like bread crumbs,to measure the climb.Starting at the foot,leaning their fevered brow on the Rock,to shake the chains,to hear the echo,as a release from the law of nature,as a sacrifice of words,given to Heaven.Brushing the waves Spring,by her white wings,a bird passed,as a sprightly thought over my cold temples.Collect sand from the riverbed,the leaves,to listen passing moments,words with the wing fallen,berries of land over which waters passed with waving Time.Whispers saints will slide like waves,reching by forehead heaven,perfect,watery,pious,scattered like petals on ridge of rocks,a wire spring that flows up,like leaves that get rays of light in the trees crown.Were clung to Heaven as a cobweb translucent,which can we count devout dew berries,like prayers,an open door to beauty.I stuck my forehead the canvas and seem my tears found refuge here,like prayers,for which no words can say.Lifting the veil of thick mists,left by Night watchmens and murmuring slightly,Beautiful Elves caught my palms to go into their dance,and feel like on the forehead,dew drops who fell at dawn on the blades of grass,as a blessing.

O SOAPTA IN ABIS-WHISPER QUIET INTO THE ABYSS

• Un indemn din copilarie,al Izvorului,care curge cu fruntea indreptata spre Cer,o soapta in amurg,cazuta ca un licurici,in jocul soptit al frunzelor,care si-au legat inima de Cer,ca palma unui orb,care cauta orbecaind ,lumina,asezata pe picaturile de roua ale diminetii.Cu flori de iasomie in plete,Ielele frumoasele s-au asezat murmurand,in poienita,ca sa incercuiasca,din nou,mijlocul Pamantului.Curcubeul s-a asezat pe Pamant,atat e de alba lumina,aplecat cu unduirea vantului,salcamul inflorit isi scutura picaturile de apa de pe frunze,ca un semn.Trecand grabiti, ca niste ganduri razlete ramase la urma,ciorchini de nori calatoresc cu apusul soarelui,desenand umbre la marginea Padurii,peste care Soarele va rasari,a doua zi.Petrecute sunt zilele,in taina fi-vor daruite noptilor,in locul acesta,al Izvorului,care s-a asezat in inima mea.Turna-vor in zori din pocalul florilor,aroma parfumului strans de pe petale,ca o bucata de pasca,dulce,stropita cu lacrimi cazute din geana Cerului.Sub frunzele aplecate ale salcamului,un stol de vrabiute,sagetand poteca,ridica stropi colorati de ploaie,un fascicul luminos,din curcubeu,inveselind inima mea.
• A childhood urge,the fountain,flowing with the forehead pointing to the sky,a whisper in the Twilight,fallen like a firefly in the whispered game of leaves,which has bound the heart of heaven,as the palm a blind man who search grope,the light,sitting on drops of morning dew.The jasmine flowers in hair,Beautiful Elves settled murmuring in glade,to surround again,the earth.Rainbow was placed on Earth,so is white,the light,bending with the wind waving,acacia blossom,which he shakes water droplets on the leaves,as a sign.Moving fast,like stray thoughts left after,clusters of clouds,traveling with the sunset,drawing on the forest shadows over the sun will rise at dawn.Past are the days,in secret will be given to nights,in this place of Spring,that was placed in my heart.Dawn will pour out of the cup flowers,fragrance perfume,picking the petals,like a piece of bread,sweet,sprinkled with tears,fallen from heaven eyelash.Under folded leaves of acacia,a flock of sparrows,shoot the path,pick up colorful splash of rain,a light,the rainbow,cheering my heart.

BRAUL PAMANTULUI-EARTH BELT

• Vino sa colindam prin Curcubeu.Este ora cand roua de pe frunze,inmiresmata cu cel mai puternic parfum al genunilor,e pregatita sa imbratiseze urma pasilor tai.Numai acum,cand tainele Universului sunt in asteptare,lumina zorilor va avea putere sa-si dezvaluie misterul.Asa,voi avea curajul sa te prind de mana,sa te privesc in ochi,sa-ti zambesc,sa-ti dezvalui emotii,adunate in inima mea,ca Mataniile.Eram copil cand alergam cu ochi stralucitori pe strazile Singuratatii,cu inima pusa in piept de un Inger.Uite,se asterne roua sub urma pasilor tai,Pamantul a insetat si s-a racit.A venit timpul sa-i punem pe mijloc Braul acesta,tesut din fire argintii de praf de stele.Haideti,Ielelor frumoaselor,mai este timp pentru inca o Lacrima de Roua pana la ivirea zorilor.Acoperiti,acoperiti cu Praf de Stele,Cercul Pamantului,pentru ca trezirea diminetii sa fie de folos oamenilor.
• Come to wander the Rainbow.The time when dew on leaves,fragrant with the strongest scent of abyss,is ready to embrace traces of your steps.Only now,when the mysteries of the universe are waiting,dawn will have power to reveal the mystery.So,I will have the courage to grasp your hand,to look in your eyes,to smile you,to reveal emotions,gattered in my heart,like beads.I was a child when running with bright eyes,on streets of solitude,the heart put in the chest by an angel.Look,dew settles follow your steps-in,and Earth has thirsty and cold.It is time to put them in the middle Belt-it,weaving of silver wire of star dust.Come on Beautiful Elves,there is still time for another tear Dew until dawn.Covered,covered with star dust circle Earth,for waking up the morning to be useful to people.

SIMPLU-SIMPLE

• Singuratatea a cazut peste ochii mei,ca Norii Negrii,fara continut,curgand in Cuvinte,ca un Izvor,cu fruntea indreptata spre Cer,spre seva trupului-semn ca Ceva nu merge,ca Cineva s-a imbolnavit de Dor,este slabit din pricina Lanturilor si nu mai poate plange.Cand Cuvintele devin Umbre,inima ranita invata sa asculte chemarea lor,sa le simta prezenta,ca o adiere de vant in primavara.Apoi,lanturile se desfac in tacere,in inima se strecoara un gand,o speranta.Poposind sub umbra copacilor,Ielele frumoasele s-au prins in jocul lor.
• Lonelinnes fell over my eyes,as dark clouds,without content,flowing in words,like a spring,with forehead toward heaven,to sap of body-a sign that something is going wrong,that someone was sick of longing,is weakened because Chain,and can not complain.When words become shadows,wounded heart learns to listen to their calling,to feel their presence,like a spring breeze.Then the chains unfold in silence,in the heart slips a thought,a hope.Halt under the shade trees,Beautiful Elves were caught in their game.

JOCUL IELELOR-THE ELVES GAME

• Din rugaciune ma ridic.Sunt pregatita sa dau acest test cutremurator in fata vesniciei,eu,care am trait in mijlocul Ielelor.Iluzii fierbinti ale nemarginirii,Ielele frumoasele s-au aplecat tulburate peste fruntea mea.Cu o lacrima in coltul ochilor,mi-au sarutat privirea fixata in Abis.
• I get up from prayer.I am ready to give this earthshaking test,in front of eternity,I who have lived in the middle of Elves.Hot illusions of boundlessness,Beautiful Elves bowed troubled over my forehead.With a tear in the corner of the eyes,kissed my look,fixed on the abyss.

UNDE ESTE CASA MEA,UNDE-I PAMANTUL MEU?-WHERE IS MY HOME,WHERE IS MY LAND?

• Chiar si Anotimpurile intra in dansul Ielelor,aici,unde Viata este ca o suflare eterica,lasata de legea firii.Ati prins in palme praful multicolor si jucaus al stelelor?Atat de jucaus, incat ti se prelinge printre degete ca o flacara de foc,iubire aducand.Ating cu degetele primii muguri ai acestei primaveri.Parfumul florilor aduce   o bucurie nemarginita in inima mea.Nelinistita, astept ca Ielele frumoasele sa ma cheme in dansul lor,pe Pamantul fraged al Eternitatii.

• Even in Seasons come dancing Elves,here,where life is like a breath ether allowed by the law of nature.You get in colorful and playful hands of star dust?So playful,that trickles through your fingers as a flame of fire,love brings.Touch the fingers of the first buds of spring.Smell of flowers brings a  boundless joy in my heart.Restless,waiting the Beautiful Elves to call me in their dance,the Earth"s tender Eternity.

O FLACARA DE FOC-SHADOW FIRE

• Tasneste din Adanc,frematand in necuprinsul joc al Eternitatii.Urcand din Abis,chemata de un gand launtric,un fierbinte impuls de a supravietui,inmiresmata Flacara de Foc,s-a refugiat in inima mea,ducand pe aripi,blandetea Iubirii.Aici,unde pietrele stau in asteptare,imi plec genunchii osteniti,ascultand infiorata,fierbintele ecou al Tenebrelor.
• Oozing out of the Deep,flickering in the boundlessness game of Eternity.Climbing from Abyss,called the most thought,an ardent impulse to survive,fragrant flaming fire,took refuge in my heart,leading on wings,kindness of Love.Here,where stones are waiting,I bow my tired knees,listening creepy hotness echo of darkness.