I couldn't have made
better poems.
After all
I wasn't a (good) poet,
...
Don't fall in love with me,
I wouldn't know what to do,
...
I'm making love
to your shadow
behind your back,
I'm writing poems
...
Biciuieste-ma cu parul tau, biciuieste-mi fata
asa cum o faceai in zilele cu vant.
Leaga-ma de maini si de picioare, si
spanzura-ma de bratele tale. Ineaca-ma
...
I believe I would be happy
to find myself in your palms
painfully unfolded and read
on the inside
...
Perhaps I've run too far from you
and in my pride to surpass the past
I passed your smile without stopping.
...
Perhaps I've run too far from you
and in my pride to surpass the past
I walked by your smile without stopping
...
I believe I would be happy to find myself
in your palms, painfully unfolded and read
on the inside, unintentionally tasting your
breath, your fingers drawing invisible lines
...