I have got the birches near by rusted, and the light flows on this dreamlike November out of their white peel. It's an insanity of colors made up on earth and on the trees touched by the autumn, dizzy from the wind's love, even the rime can't find a place to hide. Each tree has a memory sculpted in depths. You cannot even guess what old loves are scratched in their trunks. You can’t even guess what of silver shines among the branches. There are no more leaves to fall on us and the whirlwind of colors dizzy us on our way to the place where we decided to complete ourselves with the dew, hot from sweet cry. The tears guide us to the fate ajar door.
The lines of the trees trunks don’t bother us anymore. They only open us the way towards the love door; their leaves colored our bed. Your hands caressed every leaf, and my mouth kissed every one of them at the time. And their smell remained on the entrance's stairs to the heart touched by longings... Surprise step on our bodies no more, even the questions don’t go around anymore, because only love can make new buds to grow on the trees that draw sap from the leaves fell off some lives ago... So many autumns ago... But it seems like no other autumn was beautiful as the one of Today, of Now...
Mi-au ruginit mestecenii din apropiere si lumina curge in noiembrie acesta de vis din coaja lor alba. E o nebunie de culori asternuta pe pamant si pe copacii atinsi de toamna ametita de iubirea vantului nici bruma nu gaseste loc sa se ascunda.
The lines of the trees trunks don’t bother us anymore. They only open us the way towards the love door; their leaves colored our bed. Your hands caressed every leaf, and my mouth kissed every one of them at the time. And their smell remained on the entrance's stairs to the heart touched by longings... Surprise step on our bodies no more, even the questions don’t go around anymore, because only love can make new buds to grow on the trees that draw sap from the leaves fell off some lives ago... So many autumns ago... But it seems like no other autumn was beautiful as the one of Today, of Now...
Mi-au ruginit mestecenii din apropiere si lumina curge in noiembrie acesta de vis din coaja lor alba. E o nebunie de culori asternuta pe pamant si pe copacii atinsi de toamna ametita de iubirea vantului nici bruma nu gaseste loc sa se ascunda.
Fiecare copac are amintiri sculptate in adancuri.
Nici nu ai ghici ce iubiri de demult sunt scrijelite in trunchiurile lor. Nici n-ai ghici ce de argint luceste printre crengi. Peste noi nu mai au de unde sa cada frunze si vartejuri de culori ne ametesc in drumul spre locul unde am hotarat sa ne completam cu roua fierbinte de plans dulce. Si lacrimi ne calauzesc la usa intredeschisa a sortii.
Nu ne mai framanta liniile din trunchiurile copacilor de acum. Ei doar ne-au deschis calea spre usa iubirii, iar patul nostru a fost colorat de frunzele lor.
Si mainile tale au mangaiat fiecare frunza, iar gura mea le-a sarutat in parte tot la fel. Si mirosul lor ne-a ramas pe treptele de la intrarea in inima atinsa de dor... Mirarea nu ne mai paseste peste trupuri, nici intrebarile nu mai colinda de acum, caci doar iubirea mai poate face sa creasca noi muguri in copacii ce-si trag seva din frunzele cazute acum cateva vieti... Acum nenumarate toamne... dar parca nici o alta toamna nu a fost mai frumoasa precum cea de Astazi, de Acum...
Si mainile tale au mangaiat fiecare frunza, iar gura mea le-a sarutat in parte tot la fel. Si mirosul lor ne-a ramas pe treptele de la intrarea in inima atinsa de dor... Mirarea nu ne mai paseste peste trupuri, nici intrebarile nu mai colinda de acum, caci doar iubirea mai poate face sa creasca noi muguri in copacii ce-si trag seva din frunzele cazute acum cateva vieti... Acum nenumarate toamne... dar parca nici o alta toamna nu a fost mai frumoasa precum cea de Astazi, de Acum...
