My Last …

Having another look; my last! The sky in your eyes…

the ginger hair and the body so thin;

You’ll never know how close the edge …

You’re changing! everyhing changes again; your eyes, the hair, the body

al over again, and again… so many shadows; as many as the dreams!

So peaceful; it’s the quiet before the storm –

but the storm has become me and I am the string that holds

all of you in this useless oath of silence…

Te privesc inca odata. Albastrul ochilor dai,

parul de foc si trupul atat de fin si usor…

N-ai sa stii niciodata cat de aproape de marginea prapastiei…

Te transformi… totul se schimba; ochii, parul, trupul

iar si iar si iar, in multimea de umbre, in multimea de vise.

E liniste…. linistea din ochii furtunii; Cred ca de fapt

eu sunt furtuna si tot eu va tin langa mine legate

prin acest inutil legamant al tacerii