Enlightened countless amphoras will lead you on, your trace is to surprise the waking flowers and butterflies will cross it into tens along. From here onwards there is only one single step, shy sometimes, transposed in a play upon words and which comes to show to us in a very simple manner and without any hindrance or constraint, that the image which had been used was only the one of a human being who had existed in reality and whom the poet had loved mostly. The Poet tells us that death does not exist. Forget the revelation of the moon and the stars from your eyes, from my eyes! And a big and heavy stone-like tear will roll down… Statue, statue.
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The entire universe seems to have been embounded somewhere in our own remotenesses. Every now and then he is driven away by the torture of the writing and there it is this new volume which suggests all sorts of thoughts tied very well up in the screw vice of an almost hermetic reality, like a pearl which is hidden in a shell drifted away by the waves and very difficult to penetrate.
Amfore de lumină / Enlightened Amphoras – Ioan N. Rosca
I saw it go smoothly waved by the wind, tender and gracious light, caress, echo and breeze of a shadow going in time. Expectation urms, as long as the world will not die.
Enlightened countless amphoras will lead you on, your trace is to surprise the waking flowers and butterflies will cross it into tens along. All plants have now a terrible thirst for life or for the vivid eye in the playful sun rays.
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In the street, in the park or into the crevice of stones Every tree had become a forest or a sea. And when the torrid heat faded away, their leaves lacruma out to be like shells which kept on falling. I was sitting alone on the shore full of darkness and desert and wave after wave the wild sea was swishing at my feet in its nocturnal magnificence splendour and the struggle that pierces my vigorous body.
The song of the sea, the song of the life in this deep and thick darkness of night! And a big and heavy stone-like tear will roll down… Statue, statue. O, dar am revenit din astre! I love your melodious signs, your words and your hands the most beautiful dance of your body.
Children and caterpillars young foreheads and bullets, expectations and fears, hopes, hopes. Notify me of new posts via email. Today she remains only the sweetheart who cannot stop the clock made of clay and who lives in The Enlightened Amphoras.
I shall be lonely and will wait for leaves to turn out green and shall be much more cautious not to be astonished.
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Skip to content June 29, inrosca1. This site uses cookies. In itself, the soul — like a brilliant razor blade thrust deeply up to its own hilt.
The flight is not possible tta the world either: Ode to joy which simply springs ga from the sigh. Thus, you happen to often follow the game of the sail cloths and have a rest in it; the poet is happy that you have stopped there, trying to say that the rest belongs to him and only to him.
But alas, the house is no more, and even myself am no longer the same. See, for instance, how simply he tells it to us: In irisations her irises sheltered by the shells of her eyelids jump up like waves in which the pearls that I have never seen xunt will hide. This means to be locked up into a bird and to believe in her most bluish dreams. Cadence is there in both situations. The same happens with Ioan N. Notify me of new comments via email.
Maybe the wind on the lanes in profusion, but the absent is you from the house. I went down on the shore and, like never before, I was surrounded by a thick impenetrable darkness and by a thrill of mystery or fear: Where am I again, Where are you again?
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