At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth
At the mountain's peak, where the sky touches the earth,
Stands the graceful woman, determined in every moment, for every soul,
She trembles slightly, like a bird waiting, gentle in her love,
Her story unfolds in blue echoes, under the gaze of the stars.
In the pale moonlight, she speaks of the cold that froze the homes,
She asks with longing and pity, "Why do the little hands tremble, mother, and why does the earth cry?
You, boy, have the dagger that can wound, that can crush,
Do you still have anything gentle in you, or have we become strangers to each other?"
"I feel myself shrinking," sighs the watchful woman,
"People pass by on the streets, they look at us, count their years and traces,
I would like to kiss the fence between us, in a dance of love full of magic,
But this gesture remains in a dream, a prisoner at noon, in a world that cannot touch it."
In the silence of the night, I hear how the stone cries, in its centuries-old sorrow,
Bitten by the shadows of the dead, it has frozen in pain and sadness,
Well, I, the human, have also felt the bite of those times,
I flinched, I trembled, I faced the helplessness of my world.
I beat the guards with my unseen hands, with my sharp ears,
In the pause between words, the sounds of my inner greatness burst forth,
But my soul traveled through unseen worlds, seeking salvation,
I fell into a sea of thoughts, of dreams, I fell into myself, into an endless world.
In the midst of the unripe hemp field, I lie down and feel my longing,
Love grows in me like a heap of damp and fragrant hemp,
I feel the flame of passion igniting in me, of unrestrained desire,
I lose myself in a gymnastic love, in a dance shrouded in mystery.
In this dream world, I say, "Alas, woe is me,
I have thrown my glasses into the river of time and now I cannot see,
You, like a shining star, are in front of me, but the water separates us,
And yet, we are in the same boat of destiny, floating together."
We, two wanderers, in the middle of the night, cling to hope,
Traveling through hidden worlds, through deep and dark feelings,
In this melody of our hearts, we are a chorus of love,
And in the dead of night, under the star-filled sky, we find each other, we love, we embrace.
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Dan Enache
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