iti scriu pentru ca mi-e dor
pentru ca linistea toamnei
s-a transformat intr-o dragoste de copila
cu ochi albastri si caldura-n obraji
iti scriu pentru ca mirosul pielii tale
sta inca ascuns in cortul palmelor mele
si orice vis pe care l-am fumat
sub adapostul cerului este inca impregnat
in tapiteria scaunelor din masina
de parca te-ar astepta pe tine
te caut in orice amprenta pe care
ai lasat-o in asternuturile mele
si te strig dinspre rasarit spre apus
cu speranta ca drumurile noastre
se intersecteaza
inspre acelasi punct
numit vesnicie
iti scriu pentru diminetile
in care nu ma trezesc alaturi de tine
si nu e nimeni sa-mi readuca aminte
macar asta
La Multi Ani, frumoaso
english version of this poem
I write because I miss
for the silence of autumn
turned into a love child
with blue eyes and cheeks heat in
I write for the smell of your skin
stand still hidden in my palms tent
and any dream that I smoked
under the shelter of heaven is still treated
in the upholstery of car seats
like would expect you
you look at any mark on the
you left it in my bedding
and call you from sunrise to sunset
with the hope that our paths
intersect
toward the same point
called eternity
I write for the mornings
I don't wake up with you
and no one remembered to bring back
even this
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