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Best Poems Written by Valentin Busuioc

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The Line of Life

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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Last Supper

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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A Sunshine

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 Love

to be stone
and leave the chisel
to dream

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An Endless Sunday

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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The Piano

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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Loving

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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The Grass

mother 
I never crouched better 
to your chest
like now 
when you are
grass

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Soul of a Poet

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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Chameleon

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