In the dance of total flowers, sighs intertwine with bitter dew
In the dance of total flowers, sighs intertwine with bitter dew,
Their petals mourn their burden under the night's sky, like a secret weight.
I spoke words to those who see life as a meaningless game,
Those who pass through days without feeling the miracle hidden beneath the horizon's veil.
Through the crystal of the autumn drop, I saw you, my love, divided,
On one side and the other, between worlds that intertwine, infinite.
Some see paradise, others see hell, in reflections of light and shadow,
Imitated by the emperors of life, who lose themselves in somber roles.
In contentious applause, the slaves of life bow, humble spectators,
They, the actors of emotion, who forget the letters of fragile, subtle thoughts.
The cranial bird chirps a harmonious and desperate cry,
Like that of a snowdrop wanting to be freed from the harsh winter.
To revive from white snow, turning green for your lively spring,
When through you, my love, desire is reborn like poetry.
Before the wine of forgetfulness fills my mind with numbness,
I will offer you to those who make love a faith, a way of living.
From longings, I will weave your rosy desire to light up the world,
Offering you to all as a memory that refuses to be consumed.
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Dan Enache
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