Maria Mitea

it is a shadow

of the tree
dark lighting
...

I thought today
how is it like to have
in the winter, the soothing sea
lying at your feet
...

I want to live in a world,
where I can smile,
I want to live in a world,
where I can cry,
...

as I go up and down the stairs,
the rain stopped abruptly as if struck by lightning,
the breath of spring deflowers my lungs,
I see two eyes bathing in the outpouring of sounds,
...

speak to me like the sea, and
i did speak to you like the sea, but
when i opened my eyes and looked better
you were not there anymore
...

like a wind that burns your chest
we did it again
we did it the same
again
...

in the middle of the night, when you can't stand the light of the cross,
let the groan of your body caress the dreams of the water,
with the tears of your fruit, flood the earth when
your bleached lips untie the prayer of the mind,
...

in an even more distant land
where love is a devil eating chains
at a big banquet
hope, a hungry wolf admiring him with lust,
...

is the only woman who opens our eyes
so we can see life
under the furrow
gently
...

i close my eyes
to see you i close my eyes,
the world suddenly is leaving
entirely
...

Are
Brutal
Harsh  
And juicy-tender, like
...

let us go,

let us go, gentle,
...

I know, you've got scars that can be seen with an open eye,
and yet, when I look at your long curls like stalactites, I wonder
why don't you tell me more, I know for sure, you'll have fun seeing my relatives,
hope the numbness in your right hand is gone,
...

i will not blind you,
and I will not strike you with my brightness,
if you want to find me
you will always find me in the same place, on its axis
...

We'll have to choose dear
we shall
to choose not between the colors of the sky or the earth,
religion and God
...

I received a ticket to the land of never happened,
not knowing how to find its non-end
I flew until landed on an eyelid,
- you were standing still,
...

and i pretended to be the air, warm wind gently moving behind his ears,
ruffling his hair, touching his eyelids,
smoothly entering his chest, making him believe that he was breathing, and i again
pretended to be a flower, a beautiful flower, calmly waiting,
...

bury my lips in the buds of the rain
until the leaves don't turn yellow on the nipples of the clouds
bury them so I can't say a word
and die thrown into the sky
...

now

if we don't love now
fall on our knees, now
...

I feel your shivers nestling inside me,
I feel the trace of your embrace, I want to cry
In the midst of old dreams, I wonder
And I don't wonder, I run, and I don't run,
...