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Valentin Busuioc Poem
in this restaurant
I’ve never been
your hands are drier than mine
in your eyes the streets get lost forever
in mine they still have life
the brighter your face is
mother
the sadder is mine
like when you told me not to lose hope
because you'll be able to fly someday
calm
like a bird
caught in the shot of the gun
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in a thick milk bottle
a dark green one
which grandfather found on the beach after the war
having inside a shriveled yellow paper
without any drawing
without any inscription
the grandmother's ashes stayed for a while
grandmother being skinny
the bottle was almost empty
so the grandfather put the paper back in place
when he missed her
he took the bottle
put it on his chest
and spoked to her
and when my grandmother had to answer him
he was turning it like an hourglass
and so he did for two years
until he crouched too
(although it was harder
because he was hefty)
in the milk bottle
then
to make room for him
I finally took that sheet
and I stuck it on the window
when it rains on the sea and it`s lightning
on both sides of the paper
two overlapping palms can be seen
one of a woman
and the other of a man
crossed in filigree
by a single line of life
nothing else
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life is a piano
white days near black days
hot fingers
cold fingers
the death
always in the background
murmuring a lullaby
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a sunshine
warms your ankle
occasionally blowed by the wind
the linden’s flowers cools you up
and you’re smiling
I can barely breath
I have a peep at you ironing my shirt
paying attention to every detail
caressing and looking it dearly
like you are ironing it on me
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to be stone
and leave the chisel
to dream
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I dreamed about my dad
He was 53 - my age
the same age he was when he left us
he told me
wake up, boy
let us go to the stock fair
the cow is waiting at the gate
let us sell it
we will make a pretty penny out of it
let us buy a scarf for your mother
Jules Verne's books for you
a new suit for myself
and spend the rest on cigarettes
and I woke up
I would not say no to my dad
but when I opened my eyes
I saw a garden full of flowers
even the cow my dad was talking about
and the cow approached me
let me scratch its throat
then, of happiness,
turned into a cloud
and when I looked closer
I saw my dad
a Seraphim was carrying him on his back
and telling him
do not be afraid
put your hands on my wings
keep them loose
imagine you are flying
after all, it is Sunday
like the day you came
which is not over yet
but my father did not listen to him
he was trying to light the same cigarette
shouting at me
stop dreaming, boy
the clouds are gathering in the sky
and there is no one to see them
let us go
we will make a pretty penny out of its
we will buy a scarf for your mother
and Jules Verne's books for you
let us go
it is Sunday
Death is resting, too
her hands are loose
an angel is teaching her to fly
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I love your heart
feet hands skin
lips cheeks forehead and eyes
but I love you the most
cause you take care of all this
like they are mine
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mother
I never crouched better
to your chest
like now
when you are
grass
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get closer
don’t be afraid
I know you’re a woman and you’re cold
I’ll close you up to my chest
I’ll warm you up
like I did with my heart
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in the winter
death is a white hare
in the summer
it takes the colour of the forest
this hare is rather fearful
it only sits on its hind legs
and looks around
careful not to be spotted
and as old as it is
no one has ever seen it
more than once
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