Showing posts with label Lucian Blaga. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lucian Blaga. Show all posts

Monday, May 10, 2010

the thorns


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I was a child. I remember, I used to pick
once, wild roses.
They has so many thorns,
but I didn’t wanted to break them.
I thought they were - buds,
and they are going to bloom.
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I met you, then. Oh, how many,
how many thorns you had!
but I didn’t wanted to undress you -
I thought they will bloom.
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Today, everything passes
in front of my eyes and I smile.
I smile and I wander through valleys
Playful, in the blowing of the wind.
I was a child.
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~   Lucian Blaga
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