On the infinite of sea
without shores,
only the horizon
run the clouds.

I remember,
from long time ago,
on the hot sand,
a young man
love a woman.

As the wind on sky
lavish the clouds
also the time
lavish
our loves.

May, 2, 2004, Ioan Rusu

Soon
or later,
in a day,
certainly
I will die…

Sometime,
in a wild world,
old and lonely,
life do not deserve
to be live.

God,
forgive
the weakness
and sadness
of my soul…


Feb., 20, 2003, Ioan Rusu


When the time
will lavish my body
in hundred of pieces,
only the birds
will sing
in their songs,
my poetry

July, 15, 2004, Ioan Rusu



The End of September


Sometimes,
in the end of September
when leaves are crying
in the wild wind,
lonely on shore
I remember you.

Life has many ways
and there is nothing to say.

Running on sand
early in the morning
I am only waiting
The sunrise.

Another day will comes
and I know
that I will love you
forever…

March, 1, 2004, Ioan Rusu