Cristian Carcu Poems

There's a story among my humble people.
There's a dream in the walls of my shiny cradle.

That one day I will cry and shout without the 'me'
And I will fly, caught, in the claws of a raven's memory.
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There's a life beyond the reason of my being
There's a night beyond this feeling

That in the morning day, it brings a purple story
Full of empty, endless, human glory
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When I was in love,
My blood was my restless brother.

When I was in love,
My eyes - a galaxy like no other.
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Love is as fragile as the heart of an angel.
Hate is as fragile as the heart of a child.
Who will ever tell me the difference
Between these two parts of my purple senses?
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The stars were making love to my river and the night whispered:

'Flow away...Flow away...and leave your mind and heart behind.
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One day my raven stoped me at this world's gate.
He flew around and whispered in my brain:
"All the roads that you will walk this life,
Will end, eventually, inside your heart.
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"The woman looked at me like a raven"
I told myself when naked
Lying in my nightly haven.
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This night was a night full of wonders.
I was drinking my own blood and life.
When I was dancing on the whispers of the wind
I heard the words of my friend. The white Raven.
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In that glas of wine that we shared one night
your lips have frailly painted - as the breath of life
all the things I've been and forever might.
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