Peter Mamara Poems

by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

In vain the time wipes out the track of my thoughts.
You are dug into my mind, like in cold marble.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I'd like to hold your small hand,
— One more time at my chest.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I carry bitterness and charm in my heart.
You overwhelm me with your sad smile.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

It seemed that there was
A street, which was too narrow.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

You look at me tenderly, with your big eyes,
And the way you move slowly, I see your lips.
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Stretching your hand, you gently looked at it.
You moved smiling your red lips,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

Young woman, if you want to drive everyone crazy,
Wear a stylish black velvet dress
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

I've blackened so many pages
With thoughts and with images,
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by M. Eminescu (1850-1889)

What a strange dream I had.
But dreams are the results of sleep.
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