Poezie
Flood
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Mediu
How cheerful I am this morning, my dear,
like a river overflow
on the wallpaper, on the floor, in the slippers with squirrels,
water dripping out of my hair like Jiul*
crossing Oltenia**,
we must pass this catastrophe,
rupture of arteries,
winding lines leading to the end of the world,
it's the last time you see me
with blouse sticking to the body
and unstitched waters,
we love each other like Eros and Psyche,
on my right shore is my hiding place, my peace,
on my left shore - broken windows,
drowned birds,
I know it's a cliché to tell you this, my dear,
but outside it rains and the rain that's as magic as lust
as love,
it's also death.
* a river in southern Romania
** a historical province and geographical region of Romania
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