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Mercury

 

 

The shade of crown hovers over the oasis

In which an elder mountain melted, and

clouds bristle slow in it, devouring.

A brute stone, translucent,'s waking

its soul and foam, whispering

"There is no death..."

Then, with lips a crater and mind

volcano, the sky shouts

"There is no life!"

And I say, with mouth full

of fire, of smoke, of cinder that drowns,

"If I could not live

and yet

nor shall I die,

then love s'an impression

as well."

 

Only I exist and dissolve in me.

Mercur

 

 

Umbra coroanei atârna peste oaza

în care un vechi munte s-a topit, iar

norii se scutura încet în ea, marcând-o.

O piatra bruta, translucida,-i

trezeste sufletul si spuma, soptind

"Nu exista moarte..."

Apoi, cu buzele un crater si mintea

un vulcan, cerul zbiara

"Nu exista viata!"

Iar eu spun, cu gura plina

de foc, de fum, de cenusa care-neaca,

"Daca nu am putut trai

si totusi

nici nu voi muri,

atunci iubirea-i o impresie

Doar eu exist si ma dizolv în mine

  

si ea."