Tuesday, December 11, 2012



This minute,comes in a rush
Alike the desert's voice...
A guitar sound,
Born among dunes;
Come and goes,
Alike the desert's storm...
I am a homeless now,there,
In searching of time
And remind myself with love,of the other world,
Its that inner world,who many speaks of it,
Being said about it thats wonderfull,
And indeed,i live such world...
I stay on my feet,steady,
In middle of a desert storm;
I covered my eyes already,but i see;
I see what i can not hear;
I perceive something,in that noise of the storm:
Its the silence...

Will be continued in another chapter




Minutul acesta,vine in graba
Precum glasul desertului...
Un sunet de chitara,
Nascut intre dune;
Vine si pleaca,
Precum furtuna desertului...
Sunt un pribeag acum,acolo,
In cautarea timpului
Si-mi amintesc cu drag,de lumea de dincolo;
E acea lume interioara,despre care toti vorbesc,
Despre care se spune ca-i minunata,
Si intr-adevar,o traiesc...
Stau in picioare,neclintit,
In mijlocul unei furtuni de nisip;
Ochii mi-am acoperit,dar eu vad;
Vad ce nu pot auzi;
Percep ceva,in mijlocul furtunii:
E linistea...

Va fi continuat in alt capitol



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