ROMANIA

dpopa@uaic.ro

THROUGH THE BARS, I PERCEIVE

hardly had winter come
when spring was gone already

hardly had I begun
to close in on you
when you moved away
for good

and only after death
took me kindly by the hand
have I started living.

SELF PORTRAIT

all that I could touch
and I do not

all that I could understand
and I do not

all that I could be
and I am not

MY DEATH - MY LIFE

hadn' t things hit me
with such fury
I might not have seen them
I might have never cared about
them
my sadness - my joy

sometimes I am allowed to see
how evil mingles with good
how from their combination
everything comes to life
my death - my life

I would have never found the way to you
if I hadn' t wandered about
if so many nights hadn' t blinded me
if I hadn' t found comfort in loneliness

sometimes in the middle of the tempest
deep silence overwhelms me
and while I am hit, battered and slashed
I can see in silence
how my death feeds my life

NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ANYBODY

so many times I had absurd claims
I thought my soul was a perfect radar
for your steps, your breath
your weeping

with ardour and love we could
finally reach in peace the other' s skin
if we didn' t discover with disappointment
that we are the prisoners of our epidermis

and your singing, and your weeping, and your look
the emotions, the incomparison
and your dreams
all of them are mine for ever

among tears, crying, I hold you hopelessly
I embrace you like I' ll never embrace you again
you exist in me deeper than in your heart
and shaken, I whisper to you from a distance
- nobody has ever understood
anybody !

© All Copyright, 2001, Dorin Popa.
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