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You Are Hung Up on a Smile |
Poetically speaking
things are always in our favor.
Both tears and smiles will melt successfully
in the patient magma of some lines.
in this sense I could say
that poetry is an opportunity for you to be
compensated,
a long stroll along the margin of a cemetery.
Realistically speaking
things are often against us,
as much time as you write a line,
as long as you hang up on the smile
of the woman you love
and who makes signs to you with her hand
a few seconds before taking off.
Always, I thought my sadness a tic
from which I was not able to liberate myself,
or a tear that I cannot wipe from my eyes
because I am ashamed that I should be seen.
Actually, it is about a real fall
an the gentle slope of the fall.
I cannot see very clear into the future.
There is a thick fog which prevents us, from inside,
to understand deeper the meanings
that fall down to us from sky.
Maybe it should be possible with poetry,
even though others, not only a few,
have tried it too.
Or maybe by fortifying ourselves
with more and more patience.
But not even like that
and also maybe not even in one other way.
My luggage has been already taken away
and now I am hardly trying to follow it.
copyright 2004
Vasile
Baghiu |
