ROMANIA

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IN TIME

I bow before Time  
To touch him with my helplessness  
That gives birth to monsters in the late hours,  
Reasons for shouts and drunkenness.  

And Time is passing by....  

I curse the Time and his seconds  
That pass like a sweet delusion,  
Reaping in his way even the drops of innocence  
And the moments of virtue and hidden sufferings.  

And Time is still passing by...  

I reconcile myself to the moment that grew old from waiting,  
In my boredom I forget to laugh,  
Waking up on the same road  
So empty of feelings and grief.  

And Time will still pass by...-

IN TIME (II)

The past began together with his words,  
Running easily into a kiss  
That days and nights I used to feel it  
Throwing me into a past present.  
I feel the existing present in every dream  
That weaves in front of my eyes a net of love  
And covering my eyes,  
I can no longer tell the future from the present.  

The time is he, the eternal one,  
Who advances together with me,  
His steps seem to sound in my heart  
So with every step I feel the shake  
Of hundreds of lives that we'll live.  

The past, present and future  
Merged in one time,  
A huge second that will never end  
Until his word perishes before he pronounces it.

IMAGINING

I merge myself with the shadow of time 
So I can be the second from your life, 
To be carried in your thought and step, 
To be near you all my lifetime. 

I metamorphose myself in a shroud of mist 
So I can veil you and feel you, 
Catching you in my hair of clouds 
And hearing how much you care for me.

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