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Dacă Ai Fi Vrut

[Strofa 1]
Nimeni n-a spus că era ușor să ne luăm rămas bun
Nici măcar nu știu dacă pot fi prietenul tău
Uite, dacă ne-am iubit
Câte universuri am creat?
De câte ori am spus povestea asta?
Și uite ce ni s-a întâmplat
 
[Pre-refren]
Buzele noastre nu merită atâta durere
Cine ar spune că într-o zi mor ani?
De cine te-ai îndrăgostit?
Dacă ceea ce sunt nu ți-a plăcut niciodată
Un destin ne separa
Acum înțeleg
 
[Refren]
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine
Aș fi mers desculț în frig
Dacă ai fi vrut
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine (Uh-uh)
Aș fi mers desculț în frig
Dacă ai fi vrut
 
[Strofa 2]
Am fost patul de duminică
Hainele aruncate pe jos
Am fost invidia atâtor oameni
Acum eu îi invidiez pe cei care ne priveau
Am putut cu tine, am putut cu mine
Niciunul nu a fost în stare să rămână viu
Suntem mai mult trecut decât viitor
Nu pot să dărâm singur zidul ăsta
 
[Pre-refren]
Buzele noastre nu merită atâta durere
Cine ar spune că într-o zi mor ani? (Uh-uh)
De cine te-ai îndrăgostit? (De cine?)
Dacă ceea ce sunt nu ți-a plăcut niciodată
Un destin ne separa
Acum înțeleg
 
[Refren]
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase (Frumoase)
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine (Să mi le imaginez cu tine)
Aș fi mers desculț în frig (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Dacă ai fi vrut
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase (Uh-uh)
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Aș fi mers desculț în frig (Dacă ai fi)
Dacă ai fi vrut (Dacă ai fi vrut)
 
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase (Am putut să văd locuri frumoase)
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine (Am putut, am putut)
Aș fi mers desculț în frig (Dacă ai fi)
Dacă ai fi vrut (Dacă ai fi vrut)
Am putut să văd locuri frumoase (Am putut să văd locuri frumoase)
Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine (Am putut să mi le imaginez cu tine)
Aș fi mers desculț în frig (Dacă ai fi)
Dacă ai fi vrut (Dacă ai fi vrut)
 

If You'd Have Wanted

Verse 1
No one said that saying goodbye would be easy
I don't even know if I can be your friend
Look, if we had loved each other,
How many universes had we invented
How many times has this story been told?
And look what happened to us
 
Pre Chorus
Our lips don't deserve so much pain
Who would say that in one day, all the years would die?
Who did you fall in love with?
If you never liked anything I am
We had destiny separating us
I already see it clearly
 
Chorus
I could see beautiful things
I could imagine them with you
I would have walked barefoot in the cold
If you'd have wanted
I could see beautiful things
I could imagine them with you
I would have walked barefoot, in the cold
If you'd have wanted
 
Verse 2
We went to bed on Sunday
The clothes thrown on the floor
We were envied by so many
Now we envy the people who look at us
I could with you, I could with you
No one was capable of keep it alive
We are more past than future
I just can't break this damn wall
 
Pre Chorus
Our lips don't deserve so much pain
Who would say that in one day, all the years would die?
Who did you fall in love with? (Who?)
If you never liked anything I am
We had destiny separating us
I already see it clearly
 
Chorus
I could see beautiful things (Bonitos)
I could imagine them with you (Imagine it with you)
I would have walked barefoot in the cold (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
If you'd have wanted
I could see beautiful things (Oh-oh)
I could imagine them with you (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
I would have walked barefoot, cold (If you would have)
If you'd have wanted(If you would have wanted)
I could see beautiful things (I could see beautiful things)
I could imagine them with you (I could, I could)
I would have walked barefoot in the cold
If you'd have wanted (If you would have wanted)
I could see beautiful things (I could see beautiful things)
I could imagine them with you (I could imagine them with you)
I would have walked barefoot in the cold (If you'd have)
If you'd have wanted
 

Finally (Q)

Versions: #2
How intense is this thing called love,
What a grasp the heart has. Yes...
I never thought it would happen like this.
 
Blessed be the connection,
Between your soul and my voice. and...
I never believed it would happen to me.
 
Finally, I can feel it
I know you and I recognize you,
that I finally know what it is to live,
With a sigh in my chest,
and tingling inside,(butterflies)
And finally I know why I am like this.
 
You have made me better, better than I was,
And I would give my voice in exchange for a lifetime.
 
You've made me understand that nothing is forever/eternal,
But your skin and my skin can stop time...
 
I haven't stopped thinking,
How far I'm willing to go,
since my life is in your hands and in your words/lips. (not literally mouth).
 
I have become what I never imagined
You have divided my soul and my being in two,
Because a part goes with you, even though sometimes you don't know how to see it.
 
Finally, I can feel it
I know you and I recognize you.
that I finally know what it is to live
with a sigh in my chest,
and tingling inside,(butterflies)
And I finally know why I am like this.
 
You have made me better, better than I was,
And I would give my voice in exchange for a lifetime.
 
You've made me understand that nothing is forever/eternal,
But your skin and my skin can stop time...
 
better than I was
 
Nothing is forever/eternal
 

Fericire

Râsul este limbajul sufletului.
 

Fabian Perea's song

The best people in the world
Who knows the reason why
They begin the trip earlier
To where you are now
We miss your smile
Cheering up the rest
The candles that shine more
Always burn out earlier
 
You'll bloom
In the boys and girls of your age
And with the open arms you'll cast away
The clouds of sadness of this place
You'll stay
Living in your fellows and your mom
From where you are you'll deliver the cross
To score the victory goal to loneliness
 
If in a friend's reunion
Someone talking about you
Remembers you with sadness
Is because he didn't know you.
I hope the young ones
Who come after look like you
And bring away from home
The shadow of evilness.
 

Hei Pablo

Ora locală ora opt
Eram pierdută în acest oraș
Luna a fost ghidul meu, metroul de Gran Via
Și fără să te caut, mă vei găsi
 
Și tu ai venit să mă întrebi ”ce faci?”
Ce frumoasă, se vede că nu esti de aici
Oh no no, oh no no
 
Hei Pablo, eu nu te așteptam
Si m-ai lăsat aici cerând mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 
Hei Pablo, tu ai suflet de țigan
Daca si fi stat putin mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 
M-ai vazut de departe, mergânf
Cu o privire m-ai facut să tremur
Îmi imaginam deja, sufletul dezbrăcându-mă
Și fără să vreau, ce proastă, am dat numarul gresit
 
Și tu ai venit să mă întrebi ”ce faci?”
Ce frumoasă, se vede că nu esti de aici
Oh no no, oh no no
 
Hei Pablo, eu nu te așteptam
Si m-ai lăsat aici cerând mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 
Hei Pablo, tu ai suflet de țigan
Daca si fi stat putin mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 
Din Mexic la Madrid, căutându-te in Parius
Spune-mi unde te ascunzi, daca vrei voi merge la Londra
Spune-mi unde te ascunzi
 
Din Mexic la Madrid, o facem in Paris :))
Spune-mi unde te ascunzi, daca vrei voi merge la Londra
Spune-mi unde te ascunzi
 
Hei Pablo, eu nu te așteptam
Si m-ai lăsat aici cerând mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 
Hei Pablo, tu ai suflet de țigan
Daca si fi stat putin mai mult
Un pic mai mult, un pic mai mult
 

Ode To The Lemon

From those citrus blossoms
unleashed
by the moonlight,
from that
exasperated aroma
of love,
drenched in fragrance,
the yellowness of the lemon tree
appears,
the lemons lowered down to Earth
from its planetarium.
 
Tender goods!
They filled the coasts,
the markets,
with light, with wild
gold,
and we open
two halves
of a miracle,
frosty acid
flowing
from the halves
of a star
and the strongest liqueur
of nature,
unchanging, vibrant,
unyielding,
was born from the freshness
of the lemon,
from its fragrant home,
from its secret, acidic symmetry.
 
In the lemon, the knives
cut
a small
cathedral,
the hidden apse
opened the stained glass windows of acids to the light
and in droplets
slid the topazes
the altars,
the crisp architecture.
 
So it is when your hand
grips the half
of the sliced
lemon on your plate,
you have poured
a golden universe,
a
yellow cup
with miracles,
one of the fragrant nipples
of the Earth's breast,
the ray of light that became fruit,
the tiny fire of a planet.
 

Happiness

Laughter is the language of the soul.
 

Nature

Why do leaves commit suicide when they feel yellow?
 

Love In the Shadows

I gave you my heart with all my soul
And no one should erase that memory
The glasses of liquor, forgotten jokes
Never again will my thoughts be clouded
 
Love that has been lost in the distance
Looking for you in a glass will not stop
But she is gone
 
Dear love, I have looked for you in glasses
Wanting to find your eyes, your hair, your mouth,
Dear love, that not even the distance erases
I will look for you in the afternoons and in the dark nights
I will see you in the shadows (x2)
 

I Love You, I Love You

As to why I am loving you, don't ask me the reason
Well, I don't understand it myself, with my own heart
When morning comes, my desperate song
Will give you an explanation.
 
I love you, my love, I love you night and day
I have never loved like this
I love you with tenderness, with fear, with lunacy
I live only for you.
 
I will always be true to you, so for me, I want
that carnation in bloom of your skin and your love.
 
My voice like a child, asks you with affection:
'Come here, hold me'
Because I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
And I will love you until the end
 
I love you with tenderness, with fear, with lunacy
I live only for you.
 
I will always be true to you, so for me, I want
that carnation in bloom of your skin and your love.
 
My voice like a child, asks you with affection:
'Come here, hold me'
Because I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
And I will love you until the end
 
Because I love you
I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
And I will love you until the end
 

Come and You'll See

I want to change my life today,
I want to do it for you,
I want to heal a thousand wounds,
so many of them living without you.
 
Take my life and give me your heart,
don't let it remain silence, let your voice be heard,
let the whole world know that you're here
and for all to respect life's right to live.
 
Come and you'll see, you'll feel its love,
a love that will move you, a true love.
Come and you'll see, from yourself awaken
the happiness in your life and in your heart.
 
For all the children that suffer,
I surrender my hands to you,
build with them a world,
I want a better world.
 
Take my life and give me your heart,
don't let it remain silence, let your voice be heard,
let the whole world know that you're here
and for all to respect life's right to live.
 
Come and you'll see, you'll feel its love,
a love that will move you, a true love.
Come and you'll see, from yourself awaken
the happiness in your life and in your heart.
 
Don't be swayed from so many lies,
let God's love change your life.
His light will guide you when you can't find a way out,
come and you'll see, you'll discover it.
 
Let's put our hands together like brothers,
may our voices be heard in a cry of hope,
don't let it die no matter how hard reality is,
not even you can change it.
 
Come and you'll see, you'll feel its love,
a love that will move you, a true love.
Come and you'll see, from yourself awaken
the happiness in your life and in your heart
in your life and in your heart.
 

Ode to the Onion

Onion,
luminous flask,
petal by petal
your beauty was formed,
scales of crystal increased you
and in the secrecy of the dark earth,
your belly of dew became round.
 
Beneath the earth,
the miracle took place
and when your dense
green shoot appeared
and your stalks
emerged like swords in the garden,
the earth built up its strength,
revealing your naked transparency,
and like Aphrodite in the remote sea
replicating the magnolia
by raising her breasts,
so
the earth made you,
onion,
clear like a planet
and destined
to shine,
constant constellation,
round water rose,
on
the table
of the poor people.
 
Generously,
you release
your globe of freshness
in the fervent consummation
of the pot
and the shred of glass
is transformed by the burning heat of the oil
into a curly feather of gold.
 
I will also remember how
the love of salad proliferates your influence
and it seems that the sky contributes
by giving you the fine shape of hail
to celebrate your clarity when chopped
on the halves of a tomato.
 
But within reach
of the people's hands,
splashed with oil,
sprinkled
with a little salt,
you kill the hunger
of the laborer on the rough road.
 
Star of the poor people,
fairy godmother
wrapped
in delicate
paper, salts of the soil,
eternal, intact, pure
like the seed of a star,
and when the knife
in the kitchen cuts you,
the only tear that springs up
is without sorrow.
 
You make us cry without grieving.
I celebrate all that exists, onion,
but for me, you are
more beautiful than a bird
with blinding feathers,
you are for my eyes
a celestial globe, a platinum goblet,
a motionless dance
of snowy anemone
and the fragrance of the earth lives
in your crystalline nature.
 

My Soul

My soul is an empty carousel in the twilight. 
 

Sleeping Water

I want to jump in the water to fall into heaven.
 

Te aștept aici

Nu înțeleg cum a fost,
Cum am ajuns până la acea cameră...
Mergeam,
Sărutându-ți cuvintele,
Cu privirea în pământ.
Nu te așteptam.
 
Ciudată emoție,
Ciudat fel de percepție, doi străini și atât,
Devorându-se până la suflet.
Mușcând din aer m-am trezit
Și trebuie să-ți spun
Că niciodată nu-mi pierd somnul pentru oricine,
Că a rămas în pieptul meu ce ai făcut,
Că nu a trebuit să cobor pe acea scară.
Vreau doar să te revăd
Și să mă lămuresc cu indoielile care-mi rămân.
Nu știu dacă te-am ținut suficient în brațe
Sau trădătoarea grabă ne-a venit de hac.
Întoarce-te, eu te aștept aici...
Aici, aici...
 
Nu știu dacă ai fost tu,
Probabil amândoi am fost.
Uităm că
Lumea există încă acolo afară,
Amenințându-ne cântecul.
Sclav al ceasului,
A trebuit să mă deslipesc de pielea ta,
Deși căldura mea
Nu a părăsit niciodată patul
Eu sunt încă în el,
Încă te țin în brațe.
 
Și trebuie să-ți spun
Că niciodată nu-mi pierd somnul pentru oricine,
Că a rămas în pieptul meu ce ai făcut,
Că nu a trebuit să cobor pe acea scară.
Vreau doar să te revăd
Și să mă lămuresc cu indoielile care-mi rămân.
Nu știu dacă te-am ținut suficient în brațe
Sau trădătoarea grabă ne-a venit de hac.
Întoarce-te!
Trebuie să-ți spun
Că niciodată nu-mi pierd somnul pentru oricine,
Că a rămas în pieptul meu ce ai făcut,
Că nu a trebuit să cobor pe acea scară.
Vreau doar să te revăd
Și să mă lămuresc cu indoielile care-mi rămân.
Nu știu dacă te-am ținut suficient în brațe
Sau trădătoarea grabă ne-a venit de hac.
Întoarce-te, eu te aștept aici...
Eu te aștept aici.
Aici,
Aici...
 

Sonnet LI

Your laughter belongs to a tree cracked open
by a lightning bolt, by silver lightening
that falls from the sky breaking into a cup,
splitting the tree in two with a single sword.
 
Only in the highlands of the snowy foliage
is born a laughter like yours, darling,
it is the laughter of air freed in the heights,
the customs of Araucaria, my beloved.
 
My cordillera1, vividly clear,
the shadows are cut with the knives of your laughter,
the night, the morning, midday honey
 
And may the birds from the foliage leap to the sky
when like a squandering light,
your laughter shatters the tree of life.
 

• 1. Mountain range

Pouring down

You and I are both made of clouds, girl,
but who ties us?
Give me your hand and let's sit down
under any statue.
 
For it's time to live and dream and believe
the rain has to come
pouring down.
 
We are kneaded with freedom, girl,
but who ties us?
Get your clay ready, your place chosen,
your departure arranged.
 
It has to suffer from life until we believe
the rain has to come
pouring down.
 
They will remain asleep
in their safety current accounts.
They will plan to sell life and death and peace.
Can I get you ten meters of happiness on easy terms?
 
But you and I both know there are signs announcing
that the siesta is over
and that a heavy rain, without bioenzymes, of course,
will clean our home.
 
It has to suffer from life until we believe
the rain has to come
pouring down.
 

Pablo Escobar

Trăiesc ca Medellin într-un oraș nebun
Lovesc oricâți polițiști ar fi în jurul meu
Port marijuana, lsd și iarbă
Pentru a o băga în țara mea mă înțeleg cu polițiștii
Într-o zi voi fi prim-ministrul Columbiei
Voi legaliza organizațiile ilegale
Cu frații Javier, Pena și Ochua
Cu un mobil dipcikli uziler vă voi scana casa
Beând cocaină pură am trimis-o și în Miami
Znob bogat am distrus acea economie
Am fost la fel de generos ca cineva care să-i împuște
Plato o plomo asta v-am sugerat-o
 
Numele meu Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
Peste o mie de vile în insulele Bahamas
Mă interesează contrabanda și chimia
Dacă îmi sunteți credincioși vă însuflețesc
 
Numele lui Pablo Escobar Muşta
Numele lui Pablo Escobar
 
Lipsa de numerar zero deschid toate ușile
Spunând că fata mea a răcit am ars un milion de dolari
Dacă este nevoie mă aliez cu oamenii de la FBI
Sau într-o mare închisoare stând acolo îmbătrânesc
Politica mea zi de zi devin mult mai bogat
Bărbații cumpără tot statul cu acești bani
Ținta mea ca zi de zi să fiu mult mai puternic
Cocaina, încărcat de bani să fac un imperiu
Toată viața mea am omorât polițiști nenumărat
Văzând asta statul mi-am întors suda*
Ieșind din incendii oarbe după m-am stins
M-am întors peste Columbia cu droguri
 
Fie îmi ești credincios ori mori
Fie îmi vei fi cinstit ori vei muri
Fie îmi vei fi adversar ori vei muri
Adică cum ai înțeles vei muri într-o situație
 
Ege Kökenli

Dușmanul tău

La umbra rece al altui munte,
Bând fără permisiune din alt râu,
Hrănind monstrul furiei,
Dușmanul tău.
 
Cine vine în țara ta să te profaneze?
Cine calcă în oraș fără permisiunea ta?
Cine îți va scoate lucrurile în stradă?
Dușmanul tău.
 
Dacă idioții ăștia ar ști
Că eu sunt omul cel mai bogat din lume, așa,
Trăind din îmbrățișările tale...
 
Au uitat că omul nu e mai mult decât un simplu om,
Că mâinile tale sunt drapelul meu
Și că am drept frontieră un cântec.
 
Nu mă întreba de ce am venit.
Întreabă-te mai bine cum ai ajuns tu.
Se poate să fii fiul vreunui fiu
Al unui sclav.
 
Vino și vorbește-i în față dușmanului tău,
Vinovat pentru iubire, muncă și pământ,
Vinovat că trăiește pe drumuri
Datorită războiului tău.
 
Dacă idioții ăștia ar ști
Că eu sunt omul cel mai bogat din lume, așa,
Trăind din îmbrățișările tale...
 
Au uitat că omul nu e mai mult decât un simplu om,
Că mâinile tale sunt drapelul meu
Și că am drept frontieră un cântec.
 
Dacă idioții ăștia ar ști
Că eu sunt omul cel mai bogat din lume, așa,
Trăind din îmbrățișările tale...
 
Au uitat că omul nu e mai mult decât un simplu om,
Că mâinile tale sunt drapelul meu
Și că am drept frontieră un cântec.
Un cântec.
Un cântec.
 

Sonnet LXXX (80)

From journeys and sorrows I returned, my love,
to your voice, to your hand flying on the guitar,
to the fire that interrupts autumn with kisses,
to the movement of the night in the sky.
 
For all men I ask for bread and reign,
I ask for land for the unfortunate farmer,
that no one expect a truce for my blood or my singing.
But I cannot renounce your love without dying.
 
That is why he plays the waltz of the serene moon,
the barcarole1 on the guitar in the water
until my head bows down dreaming:
 
that all the efforts of my life wove
this arbor vine where your hand lives and flies
guarding the night of the sleeping traveler.
 

• 1. A gondolier's song

The cat

My cat is not guilty of your cowardice
It has not psychoanalyst complex
Don't you be afraid neither of its eyes
nor of his seven lives
 
Bright
It walks slowly and dodges giants
Strange-glanced, stylish-jumped
Little trace of savage brute
 
So let it, it does not ask for caresses
It does not need my love
It knows about my scratch
About my feline mouth
 
I cheat you, I steal your days
I make a mess of your hands
I hide and I lose myself
I become a strange without soul
Guilty that run away from the sun
 
I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me
 
My cat does not want Septembers
That cheat the world
It does not wreck towns
into deep comas
It does not know about anger, it does not kill by pleasure
 
So let it, it does not ask for caresses
It does not need my love
It knows about my scratch
About my feline mouth
 
I cheat you, I steal your days
I make a mess of your hands
I hide and I lose myself
I become a strange without soul
Guilty that run away from the sun
 
I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me
 
And I drank your shame in the bars
I slept on the doorways
I treaded the pieces of your heart
My cat is much better than me
 

De tu ai să mă uiți

Vreau ca tu să știi
un lucru.
 
Știi tu, doar, cum este asta:
de privesc
luna de cleștar, ramul roșiatic
al domoalei toamne ce-mi bate în geam,
de ating
scormonind focul
impalpabila cenușă
sau corpul brăzdat de riduri al lemnului,
toate mă duc la tine,
de parcă toate câte există,
arome, lumină, metale,
ar fi mici ambarcațiuni ce se-ndreaptă
spre ale tale insule ce m-așteaptă.
 
Ei bine,
de-ncetul cu încetul n-ai să mă mai iubești,
N-am să te mai iubesc încetul cu încetul.
 
De dintr-odat’
ai să mă uiți
să nu mă cauți,
căci te voi fi uitat deja.
 
De socoți îndelung și nebunesc
al stindardelor suflu
ce îmi străbate viața
și te hotărăști
să mă abandonezi pe țărmul
inimii unde-mi sunt rădăcinile,
să știi
că în acea zi,
în acel ceas,
voi ridica brațele
și rădăcinile-mi vor pleca
să caute altă glie.
 
Însă
de în fiece zi,
în fiece ceas,
simți că mie îmi ești hărăzită
cu implacabilă dulceață.
De în fiece zi o floare
ți se suie pe buze să mă caute,
ah, dragostea mea, ah, sufletul meu,
în mine tot acel foc se reaprinde,
în mine nimic nu se stinge și nimic nu se uită,
iubirea mea se hrănește din a ta iubire, iubito,
și cât trăiești fi-va în brațele tale,
făr’ a le părăsi pe-ale mele.
 

Nu invinui pe nimeni !

Niciodat' nu te agata de nimeni , nici de nimic
fiindca in final , tu facut-ai
ce inima-ti poftit in a ta viata
 
Imbratiseaza greul ce se arata in a te cali
precum si importanta de-a incepe a te defini
Trufia omului desavarsit , se arata din
cenusa erorilor sale
 
Niciodat nu plange singuratatea-ti , ori ai
tai soarti, infrunta curajos si accepta !
Intr-un fel ori altul , este rezultatul celor ce
tu zamizlit-ai , si gandeste ca mereu
trebuie a triumfa !
 
Nu te amagi de propriul esec nici
nu-l pune pe seama altuia , imbratiseaza-te acum, ori
continua a gasi pretexte , precum un copilandru .
Aminte ia , caci fiece clipa-i
potrivnica a incepe , si ca nimeni nu-i
asa dezastruos , pentru a se da batut
 
Nu uita, conditia-ti din prezent
pricinuita-i de trecut, asemenea cum conditia-ti
viitorului e pricinuita de-al tau present !
 
Ia aminte , de la cei bravi , de la cei cu tarie de caracter
ce nu se complac in situatie , de la cei ce
'supravietuiesc/trec peste' in ciuda a toate. Zaboveste mai putin in
ale tale probleme , si mai mult in treburile tale , iar
greutatile tale , fara a le 'ingropa', vor pali .
 
Invata, a renaste , din launtrul chinului, si-a te ridica
mai maret decat cel mai mare
obstacol. Priveste-ti reflexia-ti
si-ai a fi liber si falnic , si vei inceta a fi un
pion circumstantial , caci TU
insa-ti croiesti destinul!
 
Ridica-te si priveste al diminetii rasarit
si simte lumina zorilor!
Tu esti , forta alei tale vieti ,
acum 'TREZESTE-TE, LUPTA , CUTREIERA,' CONCHIDE
si RAZBESTE IN VIATA! Niciodat' nu zabovi asupra
sortilor, caci sorti-s ..
scuza pierzatorilor
 

The IV Sonet

Remembered, the beautiful creek/valley1
where mesmerising scents arises,
from time to time, a bird
longside water and slowliness: brought the winter.
 
Remembered, (shall be) the goods upon tis' earth:
Fiery scents , gold gems,
the grass neath the bushes, thy wild ways ,
riddle thorns alike swords.
 
Remembered , may be , thy sculpted legacy,
legacy of peace , and water of quietness
legacy alike a gem.
 
And that moment, perish alike split seconds::
we move on there,... where nothing is expected,
and found is , all that's to be explored.
 

• 1. Personal Adaptation/Translation/ Work allowed under the moral and written rule , found under the section of 'Website Rules---Adding a translation----Paragraph no 10 'As translations can be a mean of knowing and understanding a new language, it's better if you keep at least a colloquial (Though YOU'RE FREE to keep an informal tone in certain contexts) language that's easy to understand - and you may use footnotes to add general explanations and comments in certain parts of the translation.' So that being said , my profile is the place for the non-literal translation's and adaptation so people may like it or not , still that won't ever change a thing , so like they say in our dear America : Deal with it !!!

Your Ex Is Ugly

Warn your ex that I don't like clutter
 
But it's better him stop sendin messages
 
You're not his property
 
I just want an explanation
 
Because that dude says bad things about me
 
It's not my fault if he has lost all of your love to me
 
He didn't give half of what I do That's why today I am your lover
 
Your ex is ugly
 
Your ex is ugly
 
He's not more handsome than I am
 
And if he ever wants to be hot
 
He's gonna have to be born again
 
I just want an explanation
 
Because that dude says bad things about me
 
It's not my fault if he has lost all of your love to me
 
He didn't give half of what I do That's why today I am your lover
 
Your ex is ugly
 
Your ex is ugly
 
He's not more handsome than I am
 
And if he ever wants to be hot
 
He's gonna have to be born again
 

Poem 12

For my heart your bosom is enough.
for your freedom my wings are enough.
From my mouth, what was asleep on your soul
will reach up to the sky.
 
In you is the hope of each day.
You come like the dew on the corollas.1
You sabotage the horizon with your absence.
Perpetually breaking away like the wave.
 
I have said that you were singing in the wind
like the pines and the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn.
And suddenly you become sad, like a journey.
 
You are as welcoming as an old road.
The echoes and nostalgic voices inhabit you.
I woke up and the birds that
slept in your soul sometimes migrate and flee.
 

• 1. The petals of a flower, typically forming a whorl within the sepals

Poem 8

A white bee intoxicated with honey buzzes in my soul
and you swirl in slow spirals of smoke.
 
I am the desperate one, a word without echos,
he who lost everything, and he who had everything.
 
The last attachment, my ultimate anxiety crushes you
In my desert land, you are the last rose.
 
Oh, quiet!
 
Close your intense eyes. There flutters the night.
Oh, undress the frightened statue of your body.
 
You have intense eyes where the night flutters.
Arms of a fresh flower and the lap of a rose.
 
Your breasts look like white conches.
A dark butterfly has come to sleep on your belly.
 
Oh, quiet!
 
Here is the loneliness from which you are missing.
It rains. The wind from the sea hunts roving seagulls.
 
The water goes barefoot through the wet streets.
From that tree they groan, like they're ailing, the leaves.
 
White bee, missing, you still buzz in my soul.
You re-awaken in time, slender and quiet.
 
Oh, quiet!
 

Poem 1

Body of a woman, white mounds, white thighs,
you look like the world in your attitude of surrender.
My savage laborer's body weakens you
and makes a son spring from the depths of the earth.
 
I was just like a tunnel. Birds fled from me
and in me the night's powerful invasion came.
For my own survival I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling.
 
But the time of vengeance has come, and I make love to you.
Body of skin, of moss, of milk, avid and firm.
Ah, the vessels of the breast! Ah, the eyes of emptiness!
Ah, the roses of the pubis! Ah, your voice lingering and sad!
 
Body of my woman, I will persist in your charm.
My thirst, my limitless yearning, my unsettled course!
Dark channels where eternal thirst follows,
and weariness follows, and infinite pain.
 

Your Laughter

Versions: #2
Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
 
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
 
My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.
 
My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.
 
Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.
 
Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
 

Absence

I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.
 

You Will Cry on Christmas

Christmas will come
and once again you will cry
if the snow buries
my love.
 
Once again you will hear
other lips say
that his love will
heal your pain.
 
Christmas will pass,
but you will not feel
the trembling of my voice
nor the warmth of my mouth
when I say goodbye.
 
Christmas will return,
another feverish romance,
and another shining star
you will see.
 
But I swear to God,
that even if I have to die,
you never again will
have my love.
 
Christmas will return,
another feverish romance,
and another shining star
you will see.
 
But I swear to God,
that even if I have to die,
you never again will
have my love...on Christmas.