Magdalena Biela Poems

From Now Until It's Now Again


I'd like to be a drop of rain,
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There once was a girl from Romania
who ate only nuts macadamia
she drank only blood
(descendant of Vlad! ! !)
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Her eyes were shivering a tear
while the old year was shot
she softly sighed 'Happy New Year! '
And dried the tearful thought.
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When falling off the cliff they cry,
hurting the iris of their eye,
flying before they learn to fly,
whose words will kiss their tears to dry?
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It is your birthday. I wish you well.
In my humble soul you will always dwell.
I dried my memories, I answered my ”why”
With my silence I dot the i.
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En un campo árido, reseco, muerto
puse gotas de ilusiones para regar
esforzando los corazones y cuerpos
hasta poder nuestro amor cosechar.
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My eyes tell always: 'I shan't! '
when people want the hunters' hunt,
yet, in their hunt I have been caught,
I kid you not.
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A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.
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A cunoaste. A iubi
Înc-o data, iar si iara
a cunoaste-nseamna iarna
a iubi e primavara.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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