ROMANIAN ASTROPOETRY HOUR
IN
UNESCO’S WORLD POETRY DAY
2003
or
SARM
IN
DIALOGUE AMONG CIVILIZATIONS
THROUGH POETRY READINGS 2003
Artwork: Adrian Macinca
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The generous enthusiasm of Dialogue Through Poetry in March 2003
was partially eclipsed by the war from Iraq.
But the force of this global project
(coordinated by the American poet Larry Jaffe)
continued to remain very attractive,
so that many other readings were organized
in tens of cities of the world.
In this context, SARM realized 4 astropoetry readings
(in all Romanian major historical provinces,
Moldavia, Transylvania and Wallachia,
and the central one in Bucharest -
which was enriched by foreign texts received from 3 continents),
becoming, in an unofficial classification,
the most active national group in Dialogue Through Poetry 2003
(with the most numerous poets included in the project anthology)
and placing Romania in the second position in the world (after U.S.A.)
regarding the number of events which were organized.
Here is the SARM contribution to the Dialogue Through Poetry 2003 anthology,
which was published soon after those readings
by Rattapallax Press from New York
(Editor: Ruth Nolan;
Assistant Editors: Michael Birnberg and Laura Ortega;
Publisher: Ram Devineni),
and for which Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
(the general coordinator for the SARM readings)
received by e-mail the following appreciations
from the two main leaders of the project:
“I am always most honored my friend.
Wonderful work and I am proud to be a part of it.
You really do a great job.”
(Larry Jaffe, international readings coordinator, 2003 May 1st)
“Hi Andrei. Thank you for the work. It looks good.”
(Ram Devineni, anthology publisher, 2003 May 6th)
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A STAGE OF THE COSMOPOETRY FESTIVAL
of the Romanian Society for Meteors and Astronomy-SARM
in UNESCO’s World Poetry Day/ Dialogue Through Poetry Week 2003
TO ALL ANGELS OF POETRY
We all would be happy to live on such an ideal planet,
without suicidal criminal attempts and terrorism,
dictators and other human monsters,
financial swindles and corrupt politicians, famine, poverty, fanaticism and wars,
in democracy and understanding.
The Cosmos can inspire all the people of the Earth through its perfection,
remaining the greatest model of harmony.
I would say
“every look at the sky means a breath of peace”.
-Andrei Dorian Gheorghe-
I. The Moldavia Reading of Astropoetry (“A Prayer to the Stars”),
Ferdinand I College, Bacau, 2003 March 17;
Organizers: Ionel-Catalin Diaconu and Dan Mitrut
WORLD POETRY DAY
Motto:
“Asking about the Creator,/ we never went away,/ but needed freedom./
Staying quiet on the path of light,/ twilight fogs drinking us in silence,/
we have felt the embrace of His shadow/ on hot, immaterial tombstones.”
(Miruna Muresanu)
I’ve learned to be a thought of light from the stars,
An unspoken word, a feeling,
A grain of sky ember.
My origins were broken by immortality,
I was re-born from clay,
Escaping from earth,
And cinder has remained in my heart:
Time, a tired wing, a falling star
Liberating my pledge.
Should I forget I am a chimera?
Or a mortal, like the meteor burdened
By clouds and fall?
I put to sleep over time, with my eyes burnt by a ballad,
Asking a golden renaissance to my darkness,
This moment touched by the sand of hourglass:
The Word was in the beginning,
And a Creator!
-a collective poem of SARM Bacau Branch and Nova Cultural Association-
FACT
The sky has driven the clouds away
Throwing into our hearts
Blue wishes
-Mihaela Roman-
THE GREAT JOURNEY
Watching the stars
for everyone
another Moon another Earth another Sun
wings have grown at my shoulders
Am I dreaming?
Did I start?
-Tania Tilici-
FEELINGS
Look at me: you’ll see a nova unveiling her soul
through a vortex of light.
Listen to me: you’ll hear a rumble of meteorites
calming the pain of the ocean.
Touch me: you’ll feel Andromeda’s passion
overflowing.
-Felicia Manea-
GUIDE
Nova, mirror of universal love,
at so big distance,
I don’t see you,
but you exist and guide me.
-Radu Macovei-
WHAT’S THE LIGHT?
What is the light of a star?
Maybe the soul of an angel falling from heaven.
Or maybe just the dream of a meteor in the night.
-Elena Madalina Paraiac-
LIGHTENED BY NOVA 575
Apogee of star in the depth of sky:
Shadow on Earth rarely shining,
But lightening some paths of Universe,
Long distances trembling inside it.
Light years pass through the darkness to come here.
For a moment, the explosion of nova
Makes time warm.
-Alin Iventa-
ASTRAL LOVE
Burn my soul in your blaze,
And leave me just living among the stars,
To feel their light on my chest…
Leave me just flying on a comet,
To catch icy hearts on my flight…
Take me into your paradise,
Kiss me, sink me into your eyes,
My astral love.
-Ioana Lovin-
PHOSPHORESCENT SNEEZE
A phosphorescent sneeze of fireworks, lost in the sky,
keeps a silver echo in the stars,
which lightens fragments of rings.
A dream trip in remotenesses,
glow worms rushing out and extinguishing their sparks,
touching mysteriously the eternal state of nothing.
-Andreea Albu-
VISION
Evening in the mown grass, you and I crucified of Earth.
Who did the canopy prick? The light is flowing on us!
Come here! Come here, light!
Pull our nails out! We’ll strain through the Great Screen to the Light.
Crickets singing, time passing, you and me, evening in the mown grass.
-Ionel Catalin Diaconu-
TO A NOVA
I hear you explode. So what?
I wait for seeing the miracle you’ll give birth.
What is the show prepared by your death?
You’ll remain only a trail,
a remembrance devoted to the sky.
I just dream about a coloured rain
of space from your time.
-Carmen Macovei-
RESTITUTIONS
They crucified a synthetic philosopher
because he thought on a file of compact disk.
We are lost.
We killed people, we squeezed their hearts,
paste against rust.
Now, all that was alive in the galaxy is grey, metallic and cold.
We are lost.
There is gravity.
SOMEONE hidden and impenetrable
still loves secretively.
-Dan Mitrut-
ASTRO-HAIKU
I ask myself
about the taste
of the supernova’s last kiss
-Marius Istrate-
II. The Wallachia Reading of Astropoetry, Tower Chindia (Dracula’s Tower),
Targoviste, 2003 March 19;
Organizer: Valentin Grigore
“Up there, a pulsar unborn yet/ calls mysteriously its own destiny,/
and a melancholic nova/ transmits different visions/
about the pulsar’s birth.”
(Diana Maria Ogescu)
“What does the sky offer to the people? Love!/
Because love is in the stars’ light,/ the meteors’ short flight,/
the comets’ graceful dance,/ the Moon’s fairy shine,/
the planets’ crystal brilliance,/ the rainbow’s colours,/
the morning aurora,/ the Sun’s warmth…/
The sky above, with its gifts./ Listen to its whisper./
Drink its light.”
(Valentin Grigore)
TOWER OF LIGHT
Motto:
“Without the instrument from our bone box,/ the Universe’s value would be…/
not even a few pesos…/ S.O.S… S.O.S… S.O.S…”
(Florian Saioc)
We live on the crown
of a cinder tower.
From here, cosmic bodies
carry peaceful messages to the world.
(Diana Maria Ogescu)
The star’s beauty does exist through the sound of its simple presence
in the sphere of the infinite.
(Ana-Maria Gadescu)
The light is the beginning of all: sky, earth, people.
The light is the end of the things born from the people’s darkness.
The light is in us: end and beginning.
(Valentin Grigore)
I think I look for life, in its seed, its kernel, or even its shell.
I’d like to choose a star, and to search its anatomy,
perhaps I’d understand who I am…
(Elena Sorescu)
The universe of divine knowledge puts its being into us,
and the absolute is just a wish…
(Sergiu Olteanu)
I’d like to be in Atlas’ ear,
to see a lot of stars falling and burning,
to feel the comets’ breath letting drops
into my eyes’ white.
The light blossoms in the iris.
(Catalin Bunofschi)
-After the Moon’s death,
the victorious Sun
dominates the day.
-Statues in stone,
figures of white wax,
we are the people.
-The desert is crying
a sad grain,
I am mortal.
-Breaking the hourglass,
time is flabbergasted,
Chronos is defeated.
-From Tower Chindia
I look at
my ancestors.
(Pavel Tica Popescu)
III. The Transylvania Reading of Astropoetry, Citadel Hill,
Cluj-Napoca, 2003 March 19;
Organizer: Gelu-Claudiu Radu
“Smack of lilac/ in the starry twilight/ Equinox!”
(Gelu-Claudiu Radu)
“I’m slowly going to my star/ on a way of hopes…”
(Dr. Stefan Berinde)
“…I have dared/ to tie the earth to the sky/
through my front,/ and here is the recompense:/
the light of stars is flowing through me,/ curing me.”
(Tina Visarian)
NIGHT EXCERPTS AND A COMET OF PEACE
Motto:
“If time’s doors would be closed,/ life would last/
a second/ or an eternity”
(Constantin Negoita)
A night with the Moon.
To believe in dreams again,
dragons in the sky.
(Tina Visarian)
Travelling through diamond space,
thinking he is alone and free,
wondering through the void like a father in silence…
But he is not free, he has been captured by gravity,
an entity greater than the void.
This prisoner… this traveller… the comet.
(Ionut Ilesoi)
I met people keeping their ideas
as well as a golden fish keeping its name
- - - - the star.
(Adrian Ludusan)
a bizarre cometary dream
rummaging
me
(Gelu-Claudiu Radu)
Eclipse, you sing like a harp,
seeming to be… astroart for me.
(Cornel Apetroaiei)
The ephemeral comet was dying in the fire of the close greedy star.
Bathed by a rain of falling stars, the exalted planet said:
“Thank you, comet, for sacrificing your matter.
For a moment,
my solitude disappeared…”
(Stefan Berinde)
IV. The Central Reading of Astropoetry, “Admiral Vasile Urseanu”
Municipal Observatory, Bucharest, 2003 March 20;
Organizer: Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
“Cosmos= an infinite entity, expressed by finite forms and processes,/
and, at the same time, an infinity of finite forms and processes,/
realizing this indestructible infinite.//
With a special mention:/ <Nihil Sine Deo>.”
(Dominic Diamant, 69 years old)
“A night of magic spreads/ with black curls, and stars as guards-/
luminous torches running in the sky,/ soul after soul coming from immensity.”
(Constantin Dumitrescu-Cunctator, 90 years old)
“Only through the constellations you can see-/ in the nights adorned by the stars-/
a Swan (Cygnus) and an Eagle (Aquila)/ peaceably evolving together.”
(Zigmund Tauberg, 76 years old)
They are the “veterans” of the Romanian astropoetry movement,
and were present at this reading, as well as the best Romanian young astropoets.
“A long time ago, when Uncle Einstein had all his teeth/
and his horses of light ran in the sky…/ ‘Look at them,’ he said,
‘never forget to look at them’,/ he taught me,/ hiding his old age/ in the Sun.”
(Adrian Sima)
“Looking at/ the grass blade-/ I see stars in flowers.”
(Iulian Olaru)
“I don’t know where’s the beginning or the end,/ nobody knows…/
But I know I split the time in half:/ what has been before/
and what is gonna come after me./ Therefore, I am important too./
That’s the sky is telling me.”
(Calin Niculae)
TO THE “ADMIRAL VASILE URSEANU”
MUNICIPAL OBSERVATORY OF BUCHAREST
I’ve known this building since 50 years ago,
admiring it as a formidable architectural monument.
But I never imagined that I to come, to see and to listen to
so much enthusiasm and love for something sublime:
the sky inspiring life.
-Costica Gheorghe (76 years old)-
ASTROPOEMS
Motto:
“Even if we watch the stars from the darkness,
the Universe is full of light.”
(Calin Niculae)
QUESTION
I stayed on the roof
and looked at the Moon,
from which I saw only a smiling crater
lightened by a remnant of Sun.
Then a star came to me
and asked me:
“Why do you kill our world
with your questions?”
-Maria Nutu-
UNDER A BOREAL SNOWFALL
Only my thought pushed me among the stars, in that pleasure trip.
The entire Universe was pulsating,
flocks of blue angels and pure illusions
accompanied me on music of spheres,
and luminous beings, seeming to know me,
assaulted me and spoke so sweetly and sacredly to me:
“You, earthling, welcome to our space.
How could you come here?
If the Supreme would have created us to be like your species,
the Cosmos would have died.”
I was affected hearing them,
and tried to explain them the things on Earth.
Useless, they stopped me with a gesture.
“We know all. Enjoy this place.”
I couldn’t tell them I’m ashamed and feel guilty for all…
…And latter I woke up under a boreal snowfall.
-Dominic Diamant-
THE SLAVES’ ROAD
Milky Way, whitish haze,
Mixture of countless worlds,
Show given by the great galaxy
In the vast sky, but, more than all,
You guided, in the night, through fields,
The slaves who escaped on the road of freedom.
-Zigmund Tauberg-
SUN
(haiku)
from a bean of rain
sunrises at my window
the flower of love
-Iulian Olaru-
INTER-STELLARY ALLEGORY
Much lie up there too,
false tin stars blink slyly
under the darkness’ cloak.
Much misery up there too,
artificial planets pushed by vanities
crowd to hunt light,
while skinny meteors like some vagabond dogs
look among the asteroids for remainders
of the darkness’ feast.
-Mircea Alexandru Popa-
CONCLUSION
Because it’s snowing, I don’t understand what I read,
or keep a book in my hands and don’t feel it.
The flakes touch me and I imagine myself white like a snowman,
stopping near the Moon.
I’d like to smile,
the abyss spoils my storm of dreams and thoughts,
but no new answers, only questions in years lost useless,
indifference and provocation
for the Cosmos blocked by a calling.
-Eliza Trandafir-
THE NEUTRAL POINT OF THE ABSOLUTE
Nobody knows its cosmic coordinates,
possibly they are 0.00 on x, y and z,
but the point among the numbers troubles the neutral absolute.
In this place, you cannot escape,
you cannot launch to the stars,
but you are not afraid of falling into the universal abyss.
You cannot go to the left or to the right, but there are some advantages:
you are not tortured by orientation problems,
you become the prisoner point form.
You can speak free, there are not risks,
nobody hears you, sees you, feels you.
You can admire the scenery, space’s splendours,
stuffing your chest with cosmic void,
and listening to the germinal concert of nebulae…
before the neutral point of the absolute to annihilate, to model, to adapt all,
and you to become surrounded by a complex scale of black,
the most beautiful hymns to become various shades of silence,
and any aroma to become inodorous.
It doesn’t matter, however, your mind remains
to play chess with yourself,
to compose verse by inverting words,
to enjoy music and senses known only by yourself,
or to conjure up so many space pilgrimages…
But, finally, your thought is totally annihilated,
and you can just image a curse to this place of prohibition-
implacable laboratory
where memory is slowly changed into forgetfulness.
-Victor Chifelea-
MESSAGE
Old man, open your eyes,
only the dust with a species smell
still breathes on the micro-cosmic orbit,
hold your nails out and scratch Jesus’ face
drawn timidly on the Moon-
a message on the cross of a broken down being.
-Bogdan Chirica-
FRIENDS
Since I’ve become friend with a black hole in a galactic park,
I have some unusual powers about the light and time…
I am in good relations with the light, we confess each other-
I send it to visit foreign galaxies or planetary nebulae,
it returns to me like a faithful boomerang,
hit by the image of the seen things…
Regarding time, it’s enough for me to think of a special moment,
and I appear immediately among various beings,
debating with them…
I like to see many things and to modify their history,
even if I make some mistakes by calculating coordinates-
thus I wound my feet
by a dishevelled quasar, or by an absent-minded comet…
The past and the future are under my mastership,
but I’ve discovered I must work something on the present…
-Adrian Sima-
ASTROPOETIC THOUGHTS
Everyone of us, speaking about the stars, becomes a dreamer.
(Ionut Toader)
Poetry accompanies astronomy around human life
as well as the Moon accompanies the Earth around the Sun.
(Andrei Dorian Gheorghe)
Even if I passionately climbed you on the altar of my life,
When I arrived among the stars,
You fell down lightening all,
My dear and crazy fireball.
(Codrin Mardare)
I played a little with the comet…
Only 4 degrees above the horizon.
The brightest one since Comet Hale-Bopp,
but not the most spectacular one (it has chosen a stupid position).
Anyway, I can say:
Comet/2002 V1 Neat mission: achieved!
(Alexandru Conu)
The snowflakes dress the asphalt
in a white blanket,
as well as the meteors’ fall lightens
the eye of the heart…
(Iulian Andrei)
What a good clear sky! A sea up there,
bathing my face in the light.
In my tears, the heavenly crystal water
of the wave of unspoken love.
(Constantin Dumitrescu-Cunctator)
The Black Moon and Venus
Walked in the town,
Looking through the telescope,
And keeping their hands open
To catch meteors.
(Mr. Tabita)
Last night, following the starry show,
I saw planets playing with light flakes.
(Mircea Babescu)
INVOLUNTARY ASTROPOEMS
-selected by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
from Romanian recent astronomical observations
published in the SARM electronic list-
Motto:
“If you want to see something real,
don’t make astronomical observations from the balcony…”
(Alin Tolea, established in USA)
Yesterday I looked through the telescope on a null turbulence.
On Jupiter, I saw four thin bands and two broad bands
(the first was grey,
and seemed to have a luminous trail in the middle;
the second was red-orange,
and had in the middle two red points like two eyes…).
Saturn presented amazing details too:
broad rings, two bands, and, extraordinary,
the projection of the planet shadow to the pole, on the rings.
And the Moon… on its craters, I saw shadow projections of mountain peaks.
In the middle of them, some luminous points
like some pinheads, peaks of other mountains.
(Valentin Grigore, Targoviste)
To look for Comet V1 Neat, I installed myself in a place out of town,
with a lunette of 60mm, a binocular and many clothes…,
waiting until the sky became black.
I began to guide myself after the stars,
jumping from one to another…
(Silviu Cristian, Braila)
From the terrace of the “Urseanu” Observatory in Bucharest
I saw Saturn, Jupiter and some deep sky objects (M42, of course, and others).
But, looking at zenith, I saw a lot of lights
rounding over the observatory.
At first I thought they are fireworks,
but later I understood I saw the lightened bellies
of birds flying around us.
(Emil Neata, Craiova)
My dear emigrant from Northern Hemisphere to Southern Hemisphere,
what is your feeling
seeing the Moon
growing from the left to the right?
(Ovidiu Vaduvescu, established in Canada)
I photographed the Sun again, through the filter,
and, be very careful: even a sunspot appears in that picture.
Do you understand the importance of this matter?
(Viorel Dinicu, Bucharest)
If the meteors are not remarked enough,
then they remark themselves:
last night I saw a superb green fireball,
which made us jump like some deer.
It was a strange one, because it decomposed into a lot of sparks
seeming to come perpendicularly to the Earth,
as if somebody would have welded something in the sky.
(Raul Truta, Targu Mures)
Yesterday I saw the Big Red Spot of Jupiter.
Many nice couloured strips on this planet.
And Saturn… I never remarked so many shades there.
Division Cassini was so well defined,
that I spoke alone to the telescope.
People passed near me, looking strangely at me.
Some of them dared to look through my telescope,
and understood I had the right to speak alone.
After that I made my usual round on the variable stars.
(Alexandru Conu, Alexandria)
…A strong light pollution + a stronger normal pollution = a fatal combination.
At 5 o’clock, Comet (C/2001 Y1) Alpheratz
appeared from the corner of my block of flats
and entered directly into the smoke of the thermic station stack
of the neighbouring block…
(Virgil Chiriac, Brasov)
The idea that a body with a small gravitational field
(in the case of asteroids)
could have satellites
has been recently accepted.
Ida, Pulkova, Antiope, Sylvia, Camilla are poetic names
for asteroids with companion…
(Mirel Birlan, established in France)
Last night I tried my new modest lunette on Jupiter.
Poor Galileo… Now I can understand him!
(Alina Istrate, Bucharest)
Lesson of astrophotography: Fuji, 200 ASA, 3 sec./5.6…
Wood dragons, old walnut trees, their red dreams at twilight,
orphan light lost among the branches,
a bat rending the kiss between the moon and the lake,
the eyes of the house opening themselves…
The hand of a shadow flashing the east
and nailing the sky in golden-silver drawing pins:
one by one, one by one…
(Dan Mitrut, Bacau)
FOREIGN ASTROPOETICAL SUBMISSIONS
Motto:
“…gravity’s iron hand…”
(John Francis Haines, UK)
FINDING PEACE AT ROCKAWAY BEACH
When I contemplate peace, I recall
a moment from my childhood, and
a sun so distinct, I could see each
ray individually. (I was four- the
feeling still lingers.) I pedaled to an
imaginary fire, rescuing victims, instant
hero suddenly made, smiling and waving to
everyone in pristine wonder. A newly
found celebrity pedaling up and down
the boardwalk at Rockaway Beach.
I have kept this memory intact
for many years as an act of defiance,
knowing it might not last- it still
brings joy the reality of the ocean, sun
and the little red fire engine.
-Larry Jaffe (USA)-
POETRY
Poetry is not like
politics and sports-
things of the moment.
Poetry is like the stars…
-Giovanni Malito (Ireland)-
AT THE AIRPORT
On the bus to the airport
with my son
not to catch a plane
but just to sit
in the domestic departure lounge
watching the aircraft taxi
to their stands.
Two years ago
we flew from northern winter snows
via Singapore’s sweltering equatorial sun
to the welcome of a southern summer.
At a cottage by an ostrich farm
we saw the vastness of the heavens
the Milky Way resplendent
with more stars than we ever saw before
in a dark and silent sky
then woke in the morning
watched the sun break
over distant snow-capped peaks.
A month later we followed the sun
setting over the equator
as we flew from autumn
back to spring.
Today we leave the far-flying planes
and head for homebound bus.
-Gerald England (UK)-
STARLIGHT
from the stars’ perspective
our problems don’t seem small,
every person’s life a universe,
every birth the birth of all.
A billion years ago this photon’s course began,
from an eons-deadchild’s tear to a glitter in my hand,
and light that comes to me, arriving from afar,
may warm a cheek someday, near an as-yet unborn star.
-David Kopaska-Merkel (USA)-
ASTROPOEM
In the Garden-Universe
The peony of Orion nebula is opening
To meet what morning?
-Galina Ryabova (Siberia, Russia)-
BLACK HOLE
(haiku)
Core-deep, lion roars
“Bring me more stars”, hungry heart
forever empty
-Steve Sneyd (UK)-
FALLING STAR
Nothing new under the sun,
Everything dies…
-Florentin Smarandache (USA)-
COMET HALLEY
excerpt from the “LEONIDS” essay
Halley’s Comet is linked to humanity intimately.
Comets, as the “long-bearded old men of the sky”
as Jonathan Swift supposed in his “Gulliver Travels”
have long enjoyed an association with us generally.
Halley comes round every 76 years or so,
close to the Biblical “threescore years and ten” of the typical human lifespan,
so seeing the comet is likely to be a once-in-a-lifetime experience
for all but the luckiest of us.
Our little planet hurtles round the sun 76 times while Halley’s Comet ambles
into the frozen depths of the Solar System and back just once.
Imagine spring and summer only once in 76 years,
and lasting just a few earthly months,
with a freezing winter lasting about 75 years in between.
Hibernation,
here we come!
Yet the comet has been doing this for so long, it has created a stream of particles,
each trickling along in its own orbit very similar to the comet’s, dense enough
for us to recognize it as annual meteor shower on Earth, when the particles,
each blaze down into our atmosphere in a destructive burst of light.
Actually,
we see meteor showers on both the inward and outward legs of the orbit,
in the form of autumnal Orionids and spring Eta Aquarids.
Think of the human lifetimes the comet’s brief spring and summer
must have been repeated to achieve this.
-Alastair McBeath (UK)-
SOLDIERS
Maybe enough soldiers will lay down their arms
and take up poetry.
To the stars!
-Andy Miller (USA)-
COSMIC DANCE
(composed in 1983)
The rambling shell, stopped by a star cluster,
started humming:
“This song can’t be touched by an inquisitive desire,
as its depth was snowed with rays by a secret light…”
Like magic, everybody around started to dance:
the comet-horses were waving in strange circles,
the cosmic passers-by were waltzing in acrobatic leaps,
the space rockets were twisting in unparalleled ballets,
even the stars were shaping their own brightness
according to the song accents.
“Shut-up you, good for nothing!”-
suddenly yelled the Anti-Musical Tyrant,
getting closer very fast.
But everybody went on with this dance
and the tune continued to drip:
“This song can’t be touched by an inquisitive desire…”
“Shut-up you, fool,
or I’m going to break your vocalizations!”
Another step would have been too much.
“This song can’t be touched…”
In a moment,
only a bright smoke was left of him,
which dispersed
dancing
in the universal dust.
-Andrei Dorian Gheorghe-
A ROMANIAN ASTRONOMICAL WISH TO ALL OF YOU
Live and blossom,
Gleam like the stars,
Be loved by all,
Warm like the Sun,
Shine like the Moon,
Be always merry,
Sleep like Mercury
And dream nicely in the night,
Wake up like Venus
And observe meteors,
Have sound red faces like Mars…
Be always rich,
Have rings like Saturn
And beads like Jupiter,
A lot of money in the Big Chariot…
And live, my dears,
For many years!
-Dimitrie Olenici-
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