[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wesought love [/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wesought love as a holy city
[/FONT][FONT="]Like a song of heaven in the world of pain.
[/FONT][FONT="]I gave birth to everything in my eye.
[/FONT][FONT="]I met my pain. But the sky nowhere.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I sought love as a cheerful homeland[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As an edenic land of peace[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To say at the moment, "Stand up, you are too beautiful!"[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I crossed the earth, but I did not find peace.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I sought love as a heaven of nature.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I wanted to get out in the way with the branches,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To absorb the nectar of happiness from the cup of the world.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I broke the cup in tandary, because I found nothing.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I searched in vain. But in the spring,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I suddenly met a drummer.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]On his shoulders he was wearing a heavy burden,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A load of rags and shards without price.[/FONT][FONT="]
He was passing on a carriage with mockery,
[/FONT][FONT="]Letting the dogs in the coat break a few folds.
[/FONT][FONT="]Climb up the rocks. And after Him, in some places,
[/FONT][FONT="]You could see cold hot glitter on the cold stone.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Still, in his gaze there was a mystery[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As I have not seen in the world in anyone's eyes.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I wanted to get his burden off. But I fell with fright,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]For too much was His burden.[/FONT]
[FONT="]I just got up and I came to him
[/FONT][FONT="]To find out what treasure he has in the task.
[/FONT][FONT="]But I felt that life as if it were a waste,
[/FONT][FONT="]When I looked through ragged shrieks of weeping.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]For in the treasure there was a boil like a cuddle ,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A boil of yeast, a sponge of spills.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Everything that is dirty and rotten in this whole world[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He roared the neck of his slain.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But where do you carry your strange burden,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The burden of judgment under which you lean?[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I asked, the drummers. And He said to me in the whisper:[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To the waters of forgetfulness, to throw it forever ...[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"But you," said the stranger, slowly raising his gaze,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But who are you looking for in the cruel and the fright?[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]-I ... I whispered in silos, I ... we were looking for love ...[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]-Iubirea? ... the stranger's response. I am…[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Autor: Costache Ioanid (Romanian poet)[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Wesought love as a holy city
[/FONT][FONT="]Like a song of heaven in the world of pain.
[/FONT][FONT="]I gave birth to everything in my eye.
[/FONT][FONT="]I met my pain. But the sky nowhere.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I sought love as a cheerful homeland[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As an edenic land of peace[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To say at the moment, "Stand up, you are too beautiful!"[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I crossed the earth, but I did not find peace.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I sought love as a heaven of nature.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I wanted to get out in the way with the branches,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To absorb the nectar of happiness from the cup of the world.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I broke the cup in tandary, because I found nothing.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I searched in vain. But in the spring,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I suddenly met a drummer.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]On his shoulders he was wearing a heavy burden,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A load of rags and shards without price.[/FONT][FONT="]
He was passing on a carriage with mockery,
[/FONT][FONT="]Letting the dogs in the coat break a few folds.
[/FONT][FONT="]Climb up the rocks. And after Him, in some places,
[/FONT][FONT="]You could see cold hot glitter on the cold stone.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Still, in his gaze there was a mystery[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]As I have not seen in the world in anyone's eyes.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]And I wanted to get his burden off. But I fell with fright,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]For too much was His burden.[/FONT]
[FONT="]I just got up and I came to him
[/FONT][FONT="]To find out what treasure he has in the task.
[/FONT][FONT="]But I felt that life as if it were a waste,
[/FONT][FONT="]When I looked through ragged shrieks of weeping.[/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]For in the treasure there was a boil like a cuddle ,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]A boil of yeast, a sponge of spills.[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Everything that is dirty and rotten in this whole world[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]He roared the neck of his slain.[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But where do you carry your strange burden,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]The burden of judgment under which you lean?[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I asked, the drummers. And He said to me in the whisper:[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]To the waters of forgetfulness, to throw it forever ...[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]"But you," said the stranger, slowly raising his gaze,[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]But who are you looking for in the cruel and the fright?[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]-I ... I whispered in silos, I ... we were looking for love ...[/FONT][FONT=Times New Roman, serif]-Iubirea? ... the stranger's response. I am…[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman, serif]Autor: Costache Ioanid (Romanian poet)[/FONT]