Grey-greenish benches bent over my steps
while dark wood tiles shine into sun
The grey, soft steps of past and sorrow melt,
Troita’s silky black fur strokes my fingers.
The vertigo of memories
Iubirea mea se uita la mine,
Zambeste si buzele-i
Infloresc privirea.
Vine spre mine lin,
Cautand ajutor
Si-alinare de dor.
Cand ma ia in brate
Lumea se topeste
Lumina umple camera
Si
