Arhivă | ianuarie 2020

Miraj de iarna

Anatol Baconsky

Miraj de iarna

Aicea totul seamana cu tine
Sau poate eu asemanari iti caut;
Flori de ninsoare mari, diamantine,
Suavi mesteceni-melodii de flaut.

Brazii inalti si coplesiti de nea
Par crini enormi acoperiti de floare-
Cu dorul meu de pretutindenea
Te caut ca o planta suitoare.

In sarpele de fum ce suie lin
Faptura ta subtire se mladie,
Vantul de nord in fulgii care vin
Te spulbera, te-adoarme si te-nvie.

Ceturi tarzii – flori de ninsoare, flori
Tresar si se-nfioara omeneste,
Si parca insasi noaptea uneori
Cu ochii tai de-aproape ma priveste.

O, ceas de taina – clipele dispar,
E numai gandul meu umbland aiurea.
Si neaua cu sclipiri de nenufar
Trecand prin mine, bantuie padurea.

Sunt numai eu care mi-aduc aminte…
Din toate-ai disparut, nu te mai vezi.
Doar inima cu dorul ei fierbinte
Topeste-n jur imensele zapezi.

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New Beginnings … candlelight

a new year
rising from wild seas
a few stars

filling
the glass with candlelight
champagne

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)

New year –
drinking champagne in the candlelight
I feel flying to the stars

New year –
walking on the beach I see
the rising moon

drinking champagne in the candlelight
all the happy memories of the past year
come in my mind

I feel flying to the stars –
the music of the spheres
enchants my ears

 Fusion-ku&Troiku : Virginia Popescu


Van Gogh – Starry Night

Carpe diem – New Beginnings … candlelight

Poetul – poeme într-un vers / Le poète – poèmes en un vers (1)

Vrajă / Envoûtement

Vrăjit ascultă-n noapte cântecul sferelor.
Enchanté, il écoute la musique des sphères dans la nuit

Alchimistul / L’alchimiste

E alchimistul care transformă-n aur versul.
C’est l’alchimiste qui transforme les vers en or.

lucian-blaga

Acrobatul / L’acrobate

Un acrobat destoinic pe coarda inimii.
Un acrobate habile sur la corde du coeur.

Magicianul / Le magicien

Din joben, cu-ndemânare, scoate poezii.
De son haut-de-forme il sort avec adresse des poésies.

Grigore Vieru

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Weekend Meditation #113 Troiku Hineri … at dawn

at dawn
I wash my feet with dew
the longest day

© Yozakura (1640-1716)

at dawn
the birds song
such a sweet music

I wash my feet with dew
walking across my garden –
a great delight

the longest day
I enjoy the warmth of sun
in my peaceful heart

***
at dawn
the first sun rays
caress my eyelids

the birds song
enchants my ears
all day long

such a sweet music –
only angels can sing
in heaven

***

I wash my feet with dew
walking in the fresh grass –
a new blessed day

walking across my garden
I pick up some flowers –
wonderful fragrance

a great delight
to see the splendor
of a new day

***

the longest day
I think of the miracle of life –
God’s in everything

I enjoy the warmth of sun
and the beauty of the whole nature –
infinite gratitude

in my peaceful heart
a love song is born –
cherubic hymn

Photos&Troiku Hineri : Virginia Popescu


Carpe diem – Weekend Meditation #113 Troiku Hineri … at dawn