Lux Alba
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Perhaps I come as well to see your salted drop on face, weak nature of lost men.
Perhaps I come to throw myself after the serpent round your neck, sweet choke o' freedom of hollow death, lacking taste.
Why come? To stay aside, powerless, to run, to flee a constancy from you, to drink lies of an expensive life, to sit on groots, to play them. Crack the wood, splinter of an elbow, dagger of a naked moon, white light you inspire from me, and I your soul expire.
Perhaps I come as well to join you. |
Poate vin si eu sa-ti vad un strop sarat pe fata, slaba fire de om dus.
Poate vin sa ma arunc dupa sarpele ce-l porti la gât, sugrum dulce-al libertatii de moarte seaca, fara gust.
De ce sa vii? Sa stai deoparte, neputincios, sa fugi, constant s-alergi în urma ta, sa bei minciuni de viata scumpa, sa te-asezi pe-un ciot, sa-l cânti. Sparge lemnul, aschie de-un cot, pumnal de luna goala, lumina alba mi-o inspiri, iar eu expir sufletul tau.
Poate vin si eu sa ti m-alatur. |