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Zigman Cismas Claudia Laura

Adevar - Minciuna, Iubire - Ura, Bine sau Rau, Intre alb si negru pendulam mereu . . . . Truth - Lie, Love - Hate, Well or Bad, Between white and black we always Oscillate


Dezamagire

Când, în sfârsit
Am învatat din nou
Sa zbor
Si-n palme
Adunat-am
Pulberi de stea,
Cineva mi-a rupt o aripa
Altcineva o bucata de suflet
Si am cazut
Din albastru
Printre nori
Înapoi
In tristetea pamântului
Din care m-am nascut

Disappointment

When, finally,
I have learnt again
How to fly
And gathered
Powder of star
In my palms,
Someone has broken
One of my wings,
Anyone else a bit of soul
And I have fallen down
From the blue,
Among the clouds,
Back
In the sadness of the ground,
From which I have been born

ARIPI

Cândva
simteam ca pot
atinge cerul …
Si chiar mai mult
decât atât:
credeam
ca pot zbura
pâna la Steaua Mea
Si luând-o în palme
sa o stapânesc
pentru totdeauna
Cândva
eram Eu

WINGS

Once
I felt being able
to reach the sky …
And just more
than so:
I thought
to can fly
up till My Star.
And, taking it in palm
to own it
for ever.
Once
I was Myself

TRAIND

Cineva
m-a întrebat odata:
- De ce-ai ales
sa fii
doar un copac
albastru
cu ramuri ce se tânguie
spre cer?
De ce n-ai vrut
sa fii
o pasare
maiastra,
sa poti zbura
sa te înalti
mereu?!

DO LIVING

Somebody
asked me one day:
"Why did you choose
to be
only a blue tree
with plaintive branches
toward the sky?
Why didn't you want
to be
a miraculous
bird
able to fly
and rise
for ever?!"

DESTIN

Ma-ngrop cu fiecare toamna
ce sufletul mi-atinge
Renasc cu primii muguri
ce infloresc in mai
Iar vara vreau sa ma inalt
precum pasarea Phoenix -
Dar nu mi-au crescut si aripe ....
Intre pamant si cer
ma mistui traind.

DESTINY

I bury myself with every autumn,
which touch my soul.
I revive again with first buds,
which blossom in May
And during the summer,
I want to rise
as Phoenix, the bird.
Between earth and sky,
I consume myself by living.

VIS

Prin vai albastre -
vai de vise,
sufletu-mi tacut coboara
Ochiul
Fruntea
Geana
Lumina le-nconjoara
cu stropi de roua
si de cântec

DREAM

Through blue valleys -
valleys of dreams,
my silent soul is going down.
Eye
Forehead
Eyelash
The light surrounding them
with bits of dew
and song

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