“I don’t crush the wonders corolla of the world
and I do not kill
with my mind the mysteries that i meet
on my way
in flowers, in eyes, on lips or graves.
Other people’s light
strangles the spell of the unpenetrated hidden
in depths of darkness,
with my light I increase the world mystery
and just as the moon with her white rays
does not reduce, but shivering,
increases even more the mystery of night,
like that I enrich also the dark horizon
with large shivers of holy mystery
şi tot ce-i neînţeles
and all that is not understood
is changing in even greater mysteries
under my eyes
for I love
aswell flowers, eyes, lips and graves.”
translation: memyselfandela, 2012
“I made myself a snowball
As perfect as can be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet,
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it’s head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first – it wet the bed.”