play to me on strings of sunlight
when night braids itself with day
and let the crickets whisper to my ear
suave words of silence and longing.
engrave me the stars gemstones
onto the depths of a clear blue sky
and send me a warm wind caress,
soaked in the perfume of dried grass.
Offer me peace and happiness
in the silver of falling waters
and ask singing birds
to write me serenades.
and love me. Just like the oyster loves
both the fullness and the emptiness
of its own body, without
her ever knowing it.
Wrote this in two languages, as I often do. Below the Romanian version.
Apus
canta-mi pe strunele razelor de soare
cand noapte se impleteste cu lumina
si lasa-mi greierii sa-mi zica la ureche
suave soapte de liniste si dor.
si bate-mi pietrele stelelor
pe tarele albastrului adanc si clar
si trimite-mi calda mangaiere de vant,
imbibata in parfumul ierburilor uscate.
ofera-mi linistea si fericirea
in argintul apelor curgatoare
si pune pasari cantatoare
sa-mi scrie serenade.
si iubeste-ma. Asa *** scoica iubeste
atat plinul, cat si goliciunea
propriului trup, fara macar
ca ea sa o afle vreodata