Lucia Stefanovici

Life is a poem.
We rewrite it daily.
But we just have not found
the right words.
...

Poets are
the incurable children of the world.

Poets are
...

You started to hate
even the fact that I still breath, too.
...

There is a time when the people faces are changing one to another
greedily forgetting sadness
without knowing even the forgetfulness
which its thirst sips in them.
...

We shall never be like brothers.
Hearts passionate if they stayed
As the clear dew of the morning,
Under the closed eyes, potion saint.
...

but there come
the seconds as they pass by
on a pavement
among snow-drifts
...

The night prolongly
cried
as a wounded bird in the moment in which it was kissing
the unseeing.
...

You do not even know how beautiful you are
so sleepy how you pass to
life.
You do not even now how beautiful you are
...

Murind astfel lumea ar supravieţui.
Ei nu au clintit în datoria către omenire.
Şi noi am plâns pentru vieţile secerate,
Întristându-ne pentru aceia ce tocmai se naşteau.
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Bent children,
a bit of eyelace kept,
driedly cried tear,
blindly searched hand,
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All the seasons were suddenly in me.
All the words wished to bloom,
to rebuild,
all of a sudden
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The hardest thing is not saying a word.
The oldman bent in curse
waits that woman without teeth.
Between them bussinesmen-parliamentaries
...

All the world is a desert.
Of people,
of thoughts
and sometimes of dreams.
...

I look in your eyes and
I feel your purity.
All the oceans of the world
and the whole sky
...

Yes, the volcanos must be cleaned,
otherwise they would reverse
over the whole planet.
Yes, my Little Prince,
...

Unconscious plural,
loose delirium
when the storm freezes in a glass at the window
and death is at the door, the apparition is in the house.
...

Childhood is
the most important moment in life.
Than you can learn
the most important things.
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I have not seen you for a long time.
I would have forgotten you if in the mean time
people had not started to wear your look
and the trees had not embraced you by some time with the bark
...

Nu te-am văzut demult.
Te-aş fi uitat dacă între timp
oamenii nu ar fi început să poarte chipul tău
şi arborii să te îmbrăţişeze de la o vreme cu scoarţa
...

I know. We should have been angels.
This way we would have chatted
around the round table
we and our angels
...