in lumina
o tandrete firava
cum sunt razele de soare chiar inainte de apus
o feminitate minunata si specifica
o feminitate tanara si totusi cu mii de layere mature
o feminitate gingasa
s-a nascut
o margareta alba
un bujor alb foarte mic
un trandafir rozaliu strain de restul trandafirilor
in lumina toate s-au manifestat
fara sa vrei si mai ales fara sa vreau.
mainile bunicii frematand in coca de cozonac
mainile bunicii cosand povesti
pe iile sufletelor nepoteilor mileniali
lasandu-le pe toate intr-o impletitura de paine proaspat coapta pe vatra.
leganandu-si soldurile obosite
se apleca din cand in cand in gradina sa smulga cate o buruiana
pui pui pui striga uneori bunica, noi nestiind daca pe noi ne striga, sau puii de gaina.
Si asa ne asezam cu totii in jurul ei si ea scotea seminte din sort si dulciuri din buzunar.
Paparudele lui bunica.
the sadness in my bones
comes from
my mothers ankles
to my grandmothers hands
in her mothers legs
the sadness in my bones comes out in the morning
when the moon and the sun have only one moment to stair each other in the eyes.
and the sun cries a bit as to say
you never touched me,
but your light I feel inside.
i gave you space inside my heart
i gave you faith and truth.
my loyalty and my words
i gave you my time
i gave you a safe space
i gave you confidence
i gave you some doubts
i gave you a small forever in my heart
and in my writings
in my mind and soul
i gave you a piece of my soul,
as you already could read it by instinct.
