...a passing edition of life...

FIRST PART

Remembers of the Life Time


Sometime, even if we die
We still remember…



White birds never die.
Like flowers, they are eternal.
Always, I believe in flowers and white bird
Honey, come with me
showing to you,
only to you,
how marvel is the world of flowers
and white birds.

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This autumn is coming
like a fancy.
I'm cold
and I closed the door.
It's raining
and you never came.

Oh, everything is dead
in this autumn like a fancy.

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Alone in the city of stone
I live in the district of stone
on street of stone
in the house of stone.
Here, everyone is of stone
with heart of stone.

Oh, God!
I'm so alone
in the city of stone.

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It's autumn and I'm thinking
alone in a strange town
that nobody knows me.

Maybe is better so,
wondering on streets,
alone, in a strange town.

*
* *

Now, I never look away.
The autumn urge me forward.
Leaves free from wind
run in the woods.

Oh, leaves, leaves! ...
Take me with you...

*
* *

What a winter!
It's so cold!
What disappointment!

Having nothing in your pocket,
only listening the wind
in the night
and lonely, lonely,
thinking somewhere faraway...

Dream and be happy!
Forget that tomorrow
you have another day of living...

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Now, when roses are blossoming
in the sunshine,
Honey, let's go in the gardens.

Let's go
when we are young like roses.

Look!
the delicacy of pales
shows us the way of love...

Maybe tomorrow, like them,
we make old.

Honey, let's love roses now,
in the garden of life.

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The gold of your fingers
is a metal
like any other metal.

The gold does not take off
your old age
and loneliness.

Gold is a metal
like any other metal.

*
* *

In the evenings
I open the window
to see the charm of the night.
But I'm too tired.

In the mornings
I open the window
to see the charm of the daybreak.
But I'm too tired.

Every day only work...
And so we make old.

*
* *

Communist view.

I cross alone the starve town in the night.
Ghosts at windows look the gray of the sky.

Cold and nobody is in the streets.
My footsteps ring on sidewalk
and the shadow lean more and more.

The death with her mowing
comes in the town.

*
* *

Look how this winter
is gone in the fields!
Sunday evening
and you didn't come.

Free under a cold sky
our years are gone
and all this story
seems to be very old.

*
* *

This autumn I'm thinking
to the loneliness of the seas,
shore solitude,
cold sand
and my ice - heart.

Oh, God, I am feeling like Ovidiu
exiled at the Black Sea.

*
* *

The swinging of the reed in the wind
it's so hard, as human despair.

The loneliness of the reed
it's our loneliness.

*
* *

The shivering of your shadow
is as the shivering of the moon over seas
in the blue nights.

I tremble for you,
I'm afraid that the Wind
will take you with him
over the sheen of the seas.

*
* *

When the dawn is coming,
I'm thinking to you.

In the thick of oak woods
still are solitary deer pairs
and I'm dreaming to Arcadia.

Come my darling,
until the last white bird
will die! ...

*
* *

The autumn is coming
see me crying.

I don't know
but there are years
run away...

On paths, in their shivering,
leaves are going for ever
and I wish
in the thick of the woods
lonely to die...

*
* *

Every morning
the sun rises in peace
over the mountains
over the seas...

The herbs call me
from the depth of the woods...

On the wild paths
I'm looking in my heart.
My soul is shivering...

Only the sun
rises in peace
every morning...

*
* *

The autumn with her leaves
I hear from the distance.

There are the signs
of our crossing...

I wish nothing to know! ...

Birds pierce in the sky
and, my wild soul remains
with the deer in the woods.


*
* *

Waiting for you
the autumn was coming
and I am maybe the shadow of a tree
or a path
near the forest
and the lake.

*
* *

When out is raining
I am more alone.

I dream a house
somewhere at the countryside
with trees and gardens.

Thoughts, thoughts! ...

When out is raining
I am more alone.

*
* *

I'm plunged in the silence of steppe,
in the loneliness of seas.

In the night, on wild shores
I'm listening the sound of the moon.

Thrilling of waves and lights
travel by the wind in the horizon.

The sadness of poet Ovidiu
is reflected in the bottom of the sea.

*
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As we aid the flowers
let's aid the poet,
as we aid white birds
let's aid the poet,
because the poet is so frail
as flowers and white birds.

*
* *

White nights are going
on fields, on steppe.
Moon is shivering over seas
and somewhere in the mountains snow.

Lonely, on paths I will go
in the depth of the woods
in cold
crying near the deer
with ice soul.

*
* *

It's autumn and maybe tomorrow
I will die on streets
and nobody take care.

It will be there
many leaves
and it will be raining everywhere.

It's autumn and maybe tomorrow.

*
* *

The spring is coming
much as a sign
remember us
that everything
is crossing...

Yes, the spring
is much as a sign.

*
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The way of Golgotha is so long
as long is our life.
We beat nails in our souls
one to each other
every day.

Only those who pray in the churches
poor and ill
know where is going
the way of Golgotha.

*
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I wait in quiet my end
near the garden of roses.

I know that my soul
will be a bird
flying in the sky
and I also know
that nothing will come back
and happiness
is the irreversible trifle
of our crossing...

I wait in quiet my end
near the garden of roses.

*
* *

The autumn of my mind
was going as leaves over seas.

Will come the coldness,
hard and wild
and I am the leafless oak
in the depth of the winter.

*
* *

In this world
we come alone
and alone we die,
we don't know why
and there are no reasons
to be sad.

*
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With an ice eye
I'm looking over woods
when winter comes.

Leaves, as bloody tears
are crying an paths.

Lonely, trees are shivering
under a cold sky.

Somewhere, in the mountains
I see a deer pairs
with ice hearts,
but I know that their warmly love
will cross over
this cold winter.

*
* *

Sometimes,
I close my eyes
and I see
the sky and the sea,
the shore
and you,
walk lonely...

Late remembers
from a forget summer.

*
* *

If you are never listening
the music of violins
in blue nights,
a part of your soul is dead.

If you never wrote a poem
on the moving sand
near the sea and the sky,
a part of your soul is dead.

If you never stop
to listen the song of the birds
in the garden of life,
a part of your soul is death.

If you never think
at the loneliness of old age,
a part of your soul is death.

I stay at the window
and I'm looking over the world:
I see only a few people...

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Stones are never talking.
They are silent in their happiness.

Lonely,
I wish to be a stone
looking the sky and the seas,
forget the shore
where are my roots.


*
* *

From the window of my room
I'm looking to the factories area.

The trees seem to have no sense
as our life.

The autumn is coming
to take her leaves...

*
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I was looking in the mirror
to see my face.

What disappointment!
There isn't even a shadow...

*
* *

This autumn is coming
because I'm more tired
and old.

In the autumn
the flowers have no sense.

*
* *

The autumn is coming
alone on streets.

Cold and rain.

With white hair,
older and older,
as the leaves will die
so will die the poet.

It will come the winter
hard and wild.

But after the death
of my body,
I still hope,
in all my soul,
that the spring
will come again.



SECOND PART

Little Pieces of Life

My soul

On the infinite of sea
without shores,
only the horizon
run the clouds.

I remember,
from long time ago,
on the hot sand,
a young man love a woman.

As the wind on sky
 lavish the clouds
also the time
lavish our loves.

***
September

Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.

Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.

Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting The sunrise.

Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love
you forever…

***
The day of life
For my friend,
James Forte

The day was comming
earlier in the morning.

Young,
with hair in the wind
I walked outside barefoot
in the cold grass.

I was only waiting
the sunrise
over the hills...

For me,
the time was infinity...

It was
a wonderful summer day:
I ran
I learned
I loved
I wrote
I played
I enjoy the life

Late,
in the evening
I see my face
in the mirror:
with white hair
my life was gone
and there is nothing to say.

I only ask my wife
to go outside
and see the sky...

And I know
that in the deep of universe
there is a star,
only a star
who shine for me...

And I also know
that tomorrow
the morning will come
in our garden,
earlier,
with the sunrise
over the hills...

***
Summers

I run on the sand
in hot summer
somewhere on a shore

The sunlight
burn my skin
and I swim
in the sea waves

Sometimes,
I look at myself
like in a mirror
reminding me
the lost summers…

When you're young,
the time has no end...

***
August

In the heat of August,
on a peak in Benalmadena hills,
I am looking
over the infinite of sea…

Maybe,
I should think
about my existential problems
in a boundless Universe.

Under a clear sky,
I dropped the meditation
and I ran
to refresh my body
in the cold water
of the sea…

***
The GOD

There was a time,
when on the Earth,
The God was come
to lead the believers...

There was a time,
when on the Earth,
The God sent his Prophets
 to lead the believers
of all Religions ...

Now,
the time has come,
when the believers
of all religions
must get up
to The God..

***
Winter in Ulmi
For my friend,
James Forte

Somewhere in the East,
far away
through the plains of Baragan,
there, at my house,
the snow storm cover up,
the whole universe ...

I locked the door well
and I made heat
in the fireplace ...

I'm like Doctor Jivago at Yuriatin ...

The cats sit at the window
and the puppy at my feet ...

I fell asleep
in the snow storm
from outside…

I got old
and I'm happy
that I saw
and understand the World…

In the night,
 far away
it hears the bells
of Churches ...

***
Golgota

When you will climb
the hill of Golgota,
near the Jessus
carrying his cross,
you will never hate
anyone,
all your life...


The UNIVERSE
In the entire of my life,
I was wishing to know
the Universe.

In my own researches,
the God gave me the power of mind
and he enlighted
for me
the Path of Science.

Understanding the Universe,
I understood the God…

***
My Prayer

Lord,
You received with love
 and with an open soul
the Saints near you!

Lord,
You received with love
and with an open soul
the Believers near you !

Lord,
I am a sinner !

Receive me too
near you!

This is my Prayer!

***
The Life

We flew into the space
to see
how big is the darkness
of Universe...

We flew into space
to see
how lonely we
are in our galaxy ...

If we destroy the Earth,
will die,
also the God !

***
The village of Ulmi
For my friend,
James Forte

At the end of the world
on the plains of Baragan
in the village of Ulmi,
alone,
I enjoy the clear of the sky.

In the Spring,
I enjoy flowers
and also the Summer sun.

I enjoy the riches of the Autumn
and the snow
at the window
in Winter...

In the village of Ulmi
the time has no begining,
the time has no end.

We, passing beings,
in the village of Ulmi,
we come
and go
and we enjoy the life...

***
When I will die
Fore my friend,
James Forte

When I will die
on the plains of Baragan,
in the village of Ulmi,
the birds will sing
like every year,
their Spring trills…

Like birds,
unknown to anyone,
I'm going to die
under the blue sky ...

And the life will go on ...

***
There was a time when
For my friend,
James Forte

There was a time when
through the tall grass
to the waist,
my childhood ran
with me
in the deep of the woods,
under the tall trees
near the springs.

And I laughed
under the blue sky.

There was a time when
I learned from books
in the quiet of libraries,
and I wished
to change the world.

There was a time when
with my backpack
in the back
I traveled
through the wide world.

There was a time when
I loved
and I lived.

Now, there came a time when
with white hair
I will untie myself
from the world
and in the village of Ulmi,
in my garden
with birds and roses
I will enjoy every sunrise.

A time will come when
under the blue sky,
also my soul it will untie
by my passing body.

And I will smile…

***
In the forest near my village of Ulmi

In the forest
near my village of Ulmi,
today,
the spring is came!

Aged by the weather
and forgotten by the world,
I took my friend Romeo the puppy,
and I walked
under the crowns
of leafy trees….

Here is my childhood!

I bent down on the green meadow
and I gathered
a bouquet of wildflowers
for my Mrs. Teacher
of the school... !

***
The loneliness of the Earth

From the whole Universe,
which we watch
in the night
on the starry sky,
here on Earth,
We,
transient beings,
we have it
only the God!

***
Every mornings
For my friend,
James Forte

Now,
when I'm old
and gone through life,
I sit and wonder,
why, since I was born
day after day
I ran after ephemeral desires
unremitting…

I'm watching at the young
and I see the same run,
the same pass of their time...

From my garden of roses,
I hope more like those
who come after me
they will read
at least in old age
these lyrics...

Only the sun
rise quietly
over our lives
every mornings ...

***
Spring in Benalmadena

On the shores
of the Mediterranean Sea,
at Benalmadena
the Spring is eternal.

When the sun rises,
over the olive grove,
in my soul
I hoped
that I will never go old...

Years have passed
and now when the sun rises
over the sea
 and over the olive grove,
I enjoy in all my heart
that at Benalmadena
the Spring
is eternal...

***
The pain of the God
For my friend,
James Forte

Being an innocent child,
far away in the mountains
running through the woods
beside streams,
looking at the starry sky,
I have wondered myself:
who am I ?

I went to schools to learn,
I went to churches to pray…

Living there in the village
between the mountains,
with people of faith
and respect
I didn't know
than only the good...

Being a teenager,
from there,
from the high mountains
I watched at the distant
the city...

I saw then:
lies, robberies, hatred…
just like Jesus
saw in the Temple
from Jerusalem...

Late in the evening,
I returned
 at the little wooden church
from the village
and in my prayer
I understood the God
why he didn't make
us immortals…

***
The little Girl from Mariupol

When Jesus
went up on the cross
on mount of Golgotha,
crucified alongside of two robbers,
in his suffering
he had the divine power
to forgive ...

In the Nobody's war
on the streets of Mariupol
in the innocence of childhood
gone to play
the little Girl
was killed...

God,
if you must climbing once again
on the cross
next to the one
who killed the little Girl,
in war,
would you ever
forgive him?

The day has gone to sunset,
and in the common pit,
was buried the Soul
of the murdered little Girl
on the streets
of Mariupol...

***