Christinne Radu

Mornings filled with fragrance of quinces
Milky afternoons and the fog of the burnt memories
Sunsets of honey and blood
Violet streaks
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Your love hides behind the phantasy stamps
From the root of the snowed cherry tree
The sun rising over the tops of pagodas
Is as perfid as you are.
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I opened the door of your eyes
Neither darkness, nor tears
Just light
Fallin on the root of the rivers
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Tell me why I don't like Mondays
And Tuesdays too
And the whole week, month, year
And life
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Where is your love?
Somewhere...
Buried, burnt, surrounded by walls
In bloom, floating, trodden
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Flowers on the water
Are floating far away from your smile
Freed from your eye's burning sun
Shining white and read into the light of the pale stars
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Some time I used to dream about you
Now I use to think
Some time I used to kiss you
Now I use to cry
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Remember me
I was the last of the morning girls
I was the last leaf of the maple.
Falling down, I covered your palm
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I'm coming back again
And in my heart
There's no more pain
And that is good
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It's raining outside
And in my soul,
Over my life
I feel myself leaking thru stones,
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I thought nobody else has a smile like mine,
I thought nobody else has a hair like mine
And the hazel light of my eyes
I thought nobody else could love as only I do
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Liquid crystals fall from the sky
Like stars melted in Hephaistos' oven
Maybe its a time for hope
I walk on the sleeping streets
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When the sky will crash,
I know that sun will find another place.
When clouds will kiss the waters
I know your eyes will bring life
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Far beyond this world I was born,
Far beyond this gigantic arena.
I lived in the compact archipelagos of clouds
In the balast caves.
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The grave guarded by a sirush
Will be mine
But first I'll have to fight the rival steam.
I will be needing the extinct volcanos,
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You left me sleeping in the shadow of the green seaweeds
An easy prey for the barbarian adoration of the Poseidons,
Without ever seeing only a star again
In which I could distinguish your eyes.
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Soles dipped in the air of the polar night,
I stepped over this season
Without sensing the scent of the roses born from the stone,
Without unveiling the mysteries of the beginning of June from the wild strawberries shrubs
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Shadow and fire
There is no place left for anyone
In this world
To gather
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I will build walls around my next dream
Noone to steal my image from the mirror,
My faithful lovers,
Noone to crush my ice flowers,
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Stay close to me
And keep my heartbearts in your palms
Like another memory
Sprung from the eyes of an ephemeral temple
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