sâmbătă, 20 septembrie 2014

mănunchi de lotuşi albaştri

frânturi de amintiri ce vuiesc
prin al nebunaticului meu sânge învolburat
mi-aduc în palme
un mănunchi de lotuşi albaştri...

 un plânset rupt din al meu suflet
 se va pierde şi închide în odaia timpului
 .....




















sâmbătă, 6 septembrie 2014

My gentle summer haze


It was august summer blossom

When I’ve met you in that magic garden

Your hair was curly

You lips smelled of cinnamon

We danced through Ella’s Prelude to a kiss

Which led us to embrace a kiss under the full moon



Oh, divine passion how can I forget your scent?
When she is waiting me to warm her up
Oh, how can we keep this fairy dream awake?




Slowly, slowly the stars inside your heart
Loved me through the burden of its art.
Sang to me about your tender touch,
Became my tempo’s muse
Seduced me with your blissful lust
You are mine,
My gentle summer haze.

I can’t hide my feelings for you

So much we danced, we laughed, we talked

Playing around midnight poker with Coltrane

Your eyes, whispers me

 Every morning, in our solitude

 I call for your amazing melancholia which wrapped me to start

 This craving pocket of a wonderful rhyme, of you.


Oh, how can I turn off all this powerful emotion
Because when I see you I become a flame
Oh, how can we keep this fairy dream awake?

Slowly, slowly the stars inside your heart

Loved me through the burden of its art

Sang to me about your tender touch

Became my tempo’s muse

Seduced me with your blissful lust

You are mine,
My gentle summer haze.