I am. And this awaken shudder
falling on the sands of unseen hourglasses
is precious in itself.
We are flowing, both you and I,
on these sand waves,
worn by dust, from world to world.
we are tasted by rain and feelings
with the appetite of a butterfly
recently freed from its chrysalis.
oh, we are! us, two strangers,
in perpetual metamorphosis,
forever oscillating between all and nothing.
Another philosophical cogitation, naïvely constructed in both my maternal and adopted language. Below the Romanian version.
Cugetari naive - Partea a treia: Scurgere
exist. Iar acest treaz fior purtat
de fire de nisip in clepsidre nevazute
Este pretios in sine.
Ne scurgem, si tu, si eu,
in valurile acestui nisip,
purtati de colb, din lume in lume.
Suntem gustati de ploi si sentimente
cu pofta fluturelui
proaspat iesit din crisalida.
oh, suntem! Noi, doi straini
in perpetua metamorfoza,
vesnic osciland intre tot si nimic.
