Poezie
on this street
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Mediu
on this street
rain greedily swallows
the liquid asphalt
unraveling the dark circle
of thoughts
They all were dressed in black birds
with the bill thrust into the heart
I was wearing a dying bird
on each shoulder
I and Your angel
forgotten by God
on the soul’s skylight windowpane
the rains grind death-like teeth
in the oculus burgs
I still live in the penthouse
of a sinister nightmare
from which
the others assemble crossed words
...on this narrow street
fall slides hungrily
a shadow robbed in the wings
of a single pedestrian...
(Translated in English by Luminita Suse)
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