Serban Raducu Bogdan (7 march 1988)

Behind those thick clouds, afloat on the waves of the sky,
blue that will always remind my lips of you,
there, far from the reach of my arms, far from you,
is a star that loves me more than you, (but today almost everybody loves me more than you)
a star with freckles on her cheeks, and a lot of warmth to give,
and all I know is that I have to get there,
no matter how long it will take, or what monsters will fall
from god's palms, in my way,
for I know in my heart, I know she'll be smiling, when I'll get there.
And her bed will be prepared for me, to rest my head
and to do the sinful things that I adore.

I'm sure that then, not even the sky, though it be blue
will be able to take me back to you,
so, if someday, my poems forget about you,
or to say good bye to you
then, be sure to throw away the ring that I gave you
when I loved you.