Dusty, bloody velvet …!!


Oh, I only expected the moon
to tell me sweet is over,
That your beauty is like a flower
what dies again at the sunset …

And oh, how hot, like a rain
when it covers me in lilies
That fall on my face
to get lost in smooth contours …

Oh, just one line on the sheet
that a creator wrote,
Closed door, sloping
disobedience, just an emptiness…

Oh, fly again to find your home
away from my light,
mine is tainted, but is built
on the dusty, bloody velvet …!!

Puf si sange, catifea…!!

Oh, n-asteptam decat ca luna
sa-mi spuna dulce s-a sfarsit
Ca frumusetea-ti e ca o floare
ce moare iar la asfintit…

Si oh ce calda, ca o ploaie
cand ma invaluie in crini
Ce imi cad pe a mea fata
sa te pierzi in conturnuri lini…

O, doar o linie pe foaie
ce a scris un creator
Inchisa usa, neclintita
neamagire, doar un gol…

Oh, zboara spre a ta traire
departe de lumina mea,
E intinata dar cladita
pe puf si sange, catifea…!!


-images from internet-                       -poems with R.B.


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