In your love spheres, those of my body spin differently. In the circle, formed by trunks that you can sculpt statues from, I sat my being, and the moment undulate pulling me towards you,
In the world you come from, time traveler, you don’t know about space and you don’t accept constraints.
You looked at me telling me how simple I am, for a second I though its complicated... You caressed me as if you knew that there are also other cycles to pass and so I understand that one of them belongs to me. And in a short life passed on that land I have tried to remember, so when I come back, I can write for you. To write, to look again in your eyes, to read you so you remember. But from all the books written for you that fight to come to light, a single thing made you comes back to me again... My longing desire for freedom the bridle crushed by my hooves and the fact that I didn’t accept the Saddle to be put on my body. Nothing stopped you but the justice of my feet that ran free on the hot sand of the most beautiful autumn of this life.
You didn’t love me accept for the time I felt you are completed of my elections, of the embrace that was given us by the steppe.
We submitted to anyone neither me, nor you. We don’t want to stay in the dark, but only in the truth’s light. Our restlessness united us, and fire as be we always bore our care. You see what I see and I feel your protection, you hear what I hear, and you glimpse my pray with closed eyelids. Also the round completion of destiny
determined for us is written in earth and soul crumbs falling in HIS hourglass. In the past world miracles weren’t name that way. It was much more simple. In the world of today, now wonders are wonders. And I try to find the question on which I have the answer as I close my being in your love spheres. A lightning in a question form, arise in your sky and I understand that nobody or nothing can erase what god asks.
In sferele iubirii tale acele trupului meu se invart altfel.
In cercul format din trunchiuri din care poti sculpta statui mi-am asezat fiinta si clipa s-a ondulat tragandu-ma spre tine, in lumea din care tu vii, calator prin timp ce nu cunosti spatiul si nu accepti constrangeri.In the world you come from, time traveler, you don’t know about space and you don’t accept constraints.
You looked at me telling me how simple I am, for a second I though its complicated... You caressed me as if you knew that there are also other cycles to pass and so I understand that one of them belongs to me. And in a short life passed on that land I have tried to remember, so when I come back, I can write for you. To write, to look again in your eyes, to read you so you remember. But from all the books written for you that fight to come to light, a single thing made you comes back to me again... My longing desire for freedom the bridle crushed by my hooves and the fact that I didn’t accept the Saddle to be put on my body. Nothing stopped you but the justice of my feet that ran free on the hot sand of the most beautiful autumn of this life.
You didn’t love me accept for the time I felt you are completed of my elections, of the embrace that was given us by the steppe.
We submitted to anyone neither me, nor you. We don’t want to stay in the dark, but only in the truth’s light. Our restlessness united us, and fire as be we always bore our care. You see what I see and I feel your protection, you hear what I hear, and you glimpse my pray with closed eyelids. Also the round completion of destiny
determined for us is written in earth and soul crumbs falling in HIS hourglass. In the past world miracles weren’t name that way. It was much more simple. In the world of today, now wonders are wonders. And I try to find the question on which I have the answer as I close my being in your love spheres. A lightning in a question form, arise in your sky and I understand that nobody or nothing can erase what god asks.
In sferele iubirii tale acele trupului meu se invart altfel.
M-ai privit spunandu-mi cat sunt de simpla, pentru o clipa m-am gandit ca-i complicat... M-ai mangaiat ca si cum stiai ca mai sunt si alte cicluri de dus si astfel am inteles ca unul imi apartine.
Si in scurta viata dusa pe acel taram am incercat sa tin minte totul pentru ca atunci cand revin sa scriu pentru tine.
Sa scriu, sa te privesc iarasi in ochi, sa iti citesc si tu sa-ti amintesti.
Dar din toate cartile scrise pentru tine, ce inca se lupta sa iasa la lumina, un singur lucru te-a insemnat sa vii la mine iar....
Dorinta mea nestavilita de libertate, capastrul strivit de copitele mele si faptul ca nu acceptam sa mi se aseze saua pe crupa. Nu te-a oprit din drum decat dreptatea picioarelor mele ce alergau libere pe nisipul fierbinte al celei mai frumoase toamne din viata aceasta.
Nu m-ai iubit decat atunci cand te-ai simtit completat de alegerile mele, de imbratisarea pe care stepa ne-o oferea in dar.
Nu ne supunem nimanui nici eu, nici tu.
Nu vrem sa fim in intuneric, ci numai in lumina adevarului.
Neastamparul nostru ne-a unit si foc si apa fiind, ne purtam mereu de grija.
Vezi ce vad si protectia ti-o simt, auzi ce aud si ruga mi-o intrezaresti in pleoapele inchise.
Si rotunda completare de destin ce ne-a fost harazita e scrisa in firimiturile de pamant si suflet ce cad in clepsidra LUI.
In lumea aceea de atunci miracolele nu erau numite astfel. Era mult prea simplu.
In lumea lui Astazi, Acum minunile sunt minuni. Si incerc sa gasesc intrebarea al carui raspuns il am inchizandu-mi fiinta in cercul sferelor iubirii tale.
Un fulger in forma de intrebare se ivi pe cerul tau si am inteles ca nimeni si nimic nu poate sterge ce intrebata Dumnezeu....
