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The lost country town...

2 min lectură·14 octombrie 2004

Mediu

It was beautiful, medieval, calm, peaceful I may say,

Hidden somewhere in the sunset, faraway,

Oh my God ! I lost a town !

Which I remember, by the way, it had a giant park…

Like yesterday I walked on its old paved streets,

I saw its rail-station, and its lethargic flower-shops,

And in the valley, among stone trails and snowed statues,

The little town, showed me a giant park…

And in its mid, like in a little Rome, and I remember that…

The nanny of latinity, the she wolf, gazed me, with its bronze eyes;

And lower, I remember, how God, like in a puzzle game,

Sat like by happening, a giant park…

I’m certain that the town had big cathedral,

Somewhere behind the city-hall,

And hidden under its tall shadow,

Was lying, white and flat, a giant park…

The town had a name too,

A strong name of a demon or a semi-god,

A beautiful, beautiful name,

I think the name was …

I passed its streets and thought about you,

I gazed the stars and moon and fully cried,

And smoky horns of houses smelled like tasty dinner,

And I was walking lonely in a giant park.

And now the town is lost forever…

Or maybe it is I who hidden it in a mind’s corner,

Among memories perfumed with scented candles, white carnage, love

And words.

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MIHAI ANTONESCU. “The lost country town....” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/mihai-antonescu/poezie/90479/the-lost-country-town

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