gather your thoughts
and write them with ink of heart
on immaculate white of childhood;
delet the words without echo,
enjoy the instant meraviglia
and close the drawer
in nights without moon
count the stars on the vault
and for each missing star,
find other and pray
to be received among
the remaining others
a fall, two, three
turn around and write them once again
persistently, with hope,
with fear, with tears
an let your powerlessness
to scream freely
pull out from you syllable with syllable,
raise yourself with each of them
and continue only so
(translated from romanian)
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