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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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