Wednesday, December 12, 2012

60 MINUTES – CH28 [ENG-RO]



MINUTE 28


I wish asking many people if they find again themselves...
I wish to run in mountains and watch the clouds...
I wish to ask some people if they find their path through life,
And to know where the fate leads them,and their steps,on sand,
To distinguish them,to count them,then,smiling,i also to do,
One step forward...
Once with my step,a trace will remain,
But i,taking sand from desert's dunes,
I will strew the mysteries of soul,over it,
Smiling in silence,i will say to the past:
"Here it is!The present!"and from my hands
Will flow the fate's grains of sand,
And the seals will fall down,in oblivion,
The chains from lead will be replaced with links of grass,
And,price of a moment,the risen love,
Even the time,breaks it apart...
Will remain a full space,but empty,
A measure without its definition,
A labyrinth in which everything is green,
Hedge,from plants of the soul's garden
And on a side and another,the roses,
White,painted with red,
Will hang there,glittering,
And one single word,
Will be found in mind:
Passion...


Will be continued in another chapter


©Th3Mirr0r



ROMANIAN VERSION


MINUTUL 28


As vrea sa-ntreb pe multi de se regasesc pe ei insisi...
As vrea sa alerg in munti si sa privesc norii...
Vreau sa-ntreb pe unii de isi gasesc calea prin viata
Si sa stiu unde-i indruma soarta,iar pasii,pe nisip,
Sa-i disting,sa-i numar,apoi,zambind,sa fac si eu,
Un pas in fata...
O data cu pasul meu,o urma va ramane,
Iar eu,luand nisip din ale desertului dune,
Voi presara tainele sufletului,deasupra ei,
Zambind in tacere,trecutului,voi spune:
"Uite!Prezentul!"Iar din palmele mele
Se vor presara firele de nisip ale sortii,
Iar pecetile vor cade jos,in uitare,
Lanturi din plumb vor fi inlocuite cu zale din iarba,
Iar,pret de o clipa,dragostea aparuta,
Pana si timpul,il sfarma...
Va ramane un spatiu plin,dar gol,
O masura fara definitia ei,
Un labirint in care totul e verde,
Gardut viu,din plantele gradinii sufletului
Si de-o parte si de alta,trandafirii,
Albi,pictati cu rosu,
Vor atarna stralucind,
Si-un singur cuvant,
Va se afla in minte:
Pasiune...


Va fi continuat in alt capitol


©Th3Mirr0r
 

 

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