to the poet Arthur Porumboiu



I daresay it was yesterday
when
unendowed springs
tore off the stars hidden among the firtree branches
and threw above my shoulder

when gamboled fires
danced around the trough
a smell of warm bread and pound cake
shelled the hidden shadows of peace

when refreshed winters
decorated the Christmas tree
only with chocolate coins
wrapped in silvery tinfoil

eyes full of the childhood lights
enjoyed leasurely the stars, fires and winters
but not being burned, frozen
darkened

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beyond the window
the betta fish became smaller and smaller
they seemen comets hiding the shyness through the shells cells

where is the sea cat - a little girl asked
to dig up the sands and to build a way towards the galaxies

the eyes of a basilic are stuck on the seastar pendant
we live in the aquarium or we look through the aquarium




Meanwhile
The lizard

Turned the back upon the doubts and left for the waters

Pirouettes and springs on the toetips
Octopuses and dinosaurs crumbled in thousand pieces
Sip the frenzy of the crossed paces
By the blue beats of the heart
The ballerina
Shows a purple scarf like the betta fish

A poet thought on the sea stretch
A light which clears up gradually the sense depth

The dragon breath is calmed down slowly
Medeea gathers the foam herds
In the untraveled abyss by the light thorns
Pieces of a father’s cries are brought by the waves to the shore
Stuck in the rays ARTHUR heals of white the snows

Sleep of endless snowing
Temples steamed by the breath of the wild horses
They cover in an ice blanket
Happenings from the subconscious

Women with discovered shoulders
Coming with amphoras
To the temple
Here the goddess planted an olive tree
Atena will call the city

In front of the empty jugs
Sleepy babies
Waiting for the milk
To flow
On the city walls
Like the light in the resurrection day

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The apple blossoms opened
Carols
Light the heart fires
On the years wind
On the pathes
Caps with beads laces and ivy branches

Wheel wheel go around
Dance with masks at the farmers gate
Darkness whipped by bells
Are crushed by the goats legs

Springs of joy and peace touch with holy water
The souls.