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The Autumn On the Threshold

frantic talent
among willow  shadows
capsized boats
in trawls meshes
the spiders spinning brocades

lights at the window
someone waiting for us
an ardent desire floating in the air
set free
the moon soal wandering

a cock
sifting the stars with kikeriki
in the lake full of waterlilies
waves of silvery clouds putting out the night lantern
slowly the dawn caressing the forehead

under the feather sole
bridges lines
can be seen
far away beings coming nearer through
their hearts accord strikes

contrasts
deepening disappearing
in a continuous back and forth
a wind shaking the white chrysanthemums
the cottages hats appearing from the fog

though it is hot
autumn stitch
shaking the nut trees
the fisherman’s wife is alone
all over baked apples steam

unhealed wounds
weeps towards the murky sky
at the poor’s gate
there is an icons painter
getting a bowl of food

with the love colours
the trees and sky are painted
my friend
I give you a tear
of its light



( translated by Margareta Mioc)

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Paper Crane

Atrocious Nobugana
will he kill the cuckoo?
You, spring rains, sing
at eaves, 
princess heartsick leaves!

Nobunaga-evil-minded
will kill the cuckoo.
Who knows? Maybe a geisha
will dabble his heart
with a song...

Happiness eyedrops
between bloomed cherries.
Warm sights
caress a real dream
in the nest: tweet. 

Under the bloomed cherries,
gifted Hideyoshi
is singing a serenade.
Even if it is raining,
in his eyes I see the entire Sun.

Ieyasu- the patient
is waiting in the orchard
to pass the rain-
Opened umbrella 
by a flowers curl...

Paper crane carried by the wind...
Susanowa
is vanishing a nightmare
into a love kiss.
An unique little cloud above the palace...



Love poem
far in the skies
lover’s face.
Only Hitomaro knows the snows secret 
of the cherry’s flowers . 



(translated by Raluca Ciociu)

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Tempest Again

Tempest again...
everywhere only apricot flowers-
Grandfather with baguette ...

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I Found You

I found you in a rustling of wings, 
gentle flight of the great chariot 
in a desert of snow, 
in a frolicking of saunter children . 


in a cry of live, 
in a clarification of longing, 
among the stones. 
no hands, 
no legs ... only the soul 
wrapped in a 
tree bark. 
you ever thought I would get lost 
through sunrises and sunsets 
and well would be 
to find my north from the heart. 
my eyes bathed in blessed wonders 
to move 
to you. 



(translated by Alina Bumbac)

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Ingredients

sonata for the flute and piano
adding
some slices
of a sunrise tasted with the friends
and a calm sleep on the sand

for the brioche with bilberries
I cut the almonds
I break the nuts
in this August evening
the sky releases the colours- like the agate

on the seashore
at the "Seamagic"
torrents of musical phantasies
against the seediness
the Benedich eggs

excited
a handshake
a dreamy smile
broken peers in white wine
who wouldn't give the marchal stick for a marengo chicken?

when the woodcock’s eyes
start fading away
it is a sign that it can taste quiet
this dusk of the day or life
as ISSA can say

tiny summer rain
a romance in the ice bucket
for later on
between graces and muses
only Seneca’s hen

together with the poetess Kozne Uzawa
it a milk coffee
the autumn is near-
some drops in a caress
may cure the heart


(translated by Margareta Mioc )

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Only a Kite

A frog overhead 
the blossom acacias ?
only a kite....

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The Neighbour From the Groundfloor

sawdust 
the face of beautiful kiki 
with the red rose between the teeth  
p*ss multiplied to infinity on the sense pavement 
  
take care. of the pigs 
we were told 
never stress them 
  
the mistletoe just upsets the melefage 
out of the drunkard's flat at the groundfloor 
the azure light of the blue jelly fish 
painted on the ceiling 
scatters 
the wife''s pain 
she wishes it would stop 
the crackling  
the chairs would not be thrown against the walls 
the windows would not break 
the door would not be taken out of hinges 
the baby would not wake up afraid 
  
the neighbour from the groundfloor 
p*ss a frantic protector of the swines 
  
he discovered 
that not only the electromagnetic waves 
but also the sound vibrations of low frequency 
can  
cure the quadripeds of greedy violence 



( translated by Margareta Mioc)

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With the Eye As a Target

A hunting riffle
And a yell…
On the blue shade of silence
Scratches:
Flashes light in the horizon
The quietness…

Worms spin the fortune wheel;
Interfere with mermaids’ songs-
Pierced by the arrow
The sunset is blocked
Between the eyelashes.




(translated by Laura Bogdan )

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This Winter

this winter
brought over the city
a fine and cold rain

thunder through the quarrel corners
hatred seeds on the fronts
the uninvited’s apple chopped
by the chatterbox tongue
thread for the treasures’seekers

the dragon has killed the cranes and the mandarine ducks
are mere glass nicknacks

in a junk shop window
hungry for the sun
the seagulls peck the rays

thrown on the window panes
carnival costumes are walking
as the music of a gramophone
on the leaves’skeletons
synthetic peacock feathers
sprangles masks
mandolines and flutes
shaddows on a mythless coin

the morning star-on top of the steeple
reads the holy books
masses on water circles wake up
the sparrows in the ice castles
untouched by sympathy
stays knelt in the battle spittle
the warriors(in wierd clothes:outside males,inside females)
fascinated by death

*
the little boys and girls –they do not
know what they are-maybe sparrows
others think they are stags
most of them are sure they are warriors
the only child destined to the pain
from his stone tower
watches how the night struggles
to wrest the time its identity


(translated by Margareta Mioc )

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Migrations

an open window 
and a shout of girls with blossom sweet basil in the hair 
over 
the salmonoids rummage 
the depth of the rivers 
the springs want to find 
to lay the spawn 
  
  
in the darkness of an idea 
a snake left a precious stone on the roadmargin 
from now on the vineyards are blessed 
a corypheus with a must jug 
p*ss waiting for us at the gate 
  
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Badea Cartan is older and older 
the way to Rome 
cannot go 
in the graveyard 
stopped to read a book 
p*ss blowing slowly over 
yellowed leaves 
stuck on autumnal words 
  
  
3 
  
they are scattered in a cornflower bed 
warm love poems 
a laios 
the oracle listening 
while  
the sun sparkling 
touched by the steamy ringlets 
forming a cross 
  
4 
  
this year too 
for God’s sake 
we are healthy and can see grapes on the table 
  
little November 
cheerful 
with a bunch of cockscomb 
knocks at the gate 
  
children’s large eyes 
have a taste for the delicious apple and quince cakes 
  
golden leaves on the margins 
embroidered curtains with chrysanthemums at the windows 
  
Capsa brothers 
hurry up to serve general Joffre 
a little chocolate top hat 
  
5 
  
under the eaves 
nostalgia still nestling 
a long way through the desert have to fly the swallows 
to the evening service 
the woodpeckers call us 
on a path that leads to the mountain top 
the moon 
strolling 
has at the breast 
black currants and bilberries. 



( translated by Margareta Mioc)