vineri, octombrie 11, 2013

Dream’s statues


Bells are ringing, strong as the Faith,
The moment hurts, the death hurts us,
Our life slips away to the edge of the moon,
                                     The wind from our blood some people want.

Our vertebras hurt, our phalanxes hurt,
There are growing algae from soul tears,
We don’t turn, we don’t hope anymore,
The passion in soul, the fir-tree needles in sleep.


We dream of love and freedom,
We hate the silence and we hate the night
We conceal creeds and hope for hopes,
The seed is dry from so many bullets.

In secrecy nights that I can’t sleep,
Dreams in statues-classically I pour,
Bells are ringing, strong as the Faith,
The moment hurts, the death hurts us.

Tr. M.R.M. Monica Rodica Muscalu

Un comentariu:

Liuba spunea...

wowwwww Fantastic job!!! I am really glad to see English poem as your! and is amazing that you could express same feelings in English language :)

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