A Poem on the Walls
I
would like to write a poem on the
damp and ancient walls of my city,
people always run, time challenges
their steps with such great speed.
I’d
like to write some verses, to be
enjoyed while smoking a cigarette,
to be read while sipping coffee,
a line in one’s mind will remain.
A
short poem whose every verse
highlights the joy, light, and love,
awakening the people and the cold
city walls from their long slumber.
The Slippers of Solitude
The
spectacle is over tonight.
The curtain has been lowered,
the actors—friends, girlfriends—
are finally back home.
All
the spectators have left.
The hall is clothed with darkness.
This long theatre of hypocrisy
keeps repeating from the past.
It’s
late and I have to flee now
to my silent and quiet refuge.
Near the sofa, they’re waiting
for me, my slippers of solitude.
Without a Homeland
damp and ancient walls of my city,
people always run, time challenges
their steps with such great speed.
enjoyed while smoking a cigarette,
to be read while sipping coffee,
a line in one’s mind will remain.
highlights the joy, light, and love,
awakening the people and the cold
city walls from their long slumber.
The curtain has been lowered,
the actors—friends, girlfriends—
are finally back home.
The hall is clothed with darkness.
This long theatre of hypocrisy
keeps repeating from the past.
to my silent and quiet refuge.
Near the sofa, they’re waiting
for me, my slippers of solitude.
What are you looking for on the shore,
shreds of memories or broken shells?
Seagulls to distant lands have flown,
abandoning thus their only love nest.
Just like you, who in a foreign land
tried to build with difficulty a roof.
Although from there, the cold, the rain,
nostalgia, and memories penetrate, too.
Nothing has remained, even that door
you opened in the dream of first love.
It was rusty, now it has been replaced
with a more beautiful and modern one.
You’ve changed also, you’re a sky full
of clouds, hard to recognize yourself—
a sensitive soul, very often deluded;
a sad poetess, left without a homeland.
