Poezii de dragoste

Iubito, hai, uşor,

Dor nebun

In dorul meu nebun umbland cu tine

Am petrecut o viata legata de un semn

Se legana trecutul printre sine

Cu retrairi solemne si indemn.

Am strans in brate bucuria serii

Am leganat in suflet chipul drag

Petale se aprind in umbra verii

Si fericirea ma primea in prag.

Daca iubesc ce sufletul imi cere

Daca te am aproape n-am gresit

Si cu mirosul dulce de panere

Praval destinul nostru intr-un mit.

Si daca simti ca nu mai sunt aproape

Si nu suporti prezentul, nu-i nimic

Ma-nclin durerii mele dintre pleoape

Traindu-mi viata ca pe un sfarsit.

Tot ce-am iubit se leagana in ceata

Tot ce cuprind aluneca in roua

Presimt tacerea norilor de gheata

Plutind aiurea, timpul e ca ploua.

M-apasa vremea timpul ma doboara

Si din mocirla ma ridic strain

Si te iubesc si-ti spun; a cat-a oara

Ca sunt nebunul sincer si senin.

O baltă grea, de smoală e cerul

Şi furtuna

Poezia Veac de tacere

Am sa fug cu tine-n munte sa uitam cuvintul

The Day Before You Came

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do

My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due

I must have read the morning paper going into town

And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned

I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine

With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed

I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so

The usual place, the usual bunch

And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained

The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two

And at the time I never even noticed I was blue

I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day

Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away

At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule

A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school

The train back home again

Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then

Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame

The day before you came

I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so

And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go

I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV

There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see

I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten

I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then

I must have read a while

The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style

It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim

The day before you came

And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night

And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain

The day before you came

(Abba)

Romeo Morari

Dor

... si iara prind corabiile vant...

E marea o sirena care cheama,

Matrozii uita tot - iubita, mama

Si uita chiar si strigatul "Pamant!"

Asa-s si eu: cand vocea ta unduie,

Cand ochii tai ma-nvaluie... cand palma

s-asaza balnd si ganduri vin de-a valma,

Uit tot!...

Iubirea-n mine suie.

Vis vegetal

Magda Isanos M

Notre Dame de Paris

QUASIMODO

Belle

C'est un mot qu'on dirait inventer pour elle

Quand elle danse et qu'elle met son corps a jour, tel

Un oiseau qui etend ses ailes pour s'envoler

Alors je sens l'enfer s'ouvrir sous mes pieds

J'ai pose mes yeux sous sa robe de gitane

A quoi me sert encore de prier Notre-Dame?

Quel

Est celui qui lui jettera la premire pierre?

Celui-l ne merite pas d'etre sur Terre

Oh Lucifer! Oh! laisse-moi rien qu'une fois

Glisser mes doigts dans les cheveux d'Esmeralda!

A cazut o frunza-n calea ta

A cazut o frunza-n calea ta

Ratacind pe-a vantului aripa.

Ai zarit-o si-n aceeasi clipa

Ai strivit-o calcand peste ea.

N-avea grai sa strige in urma ta,

Nici puteri sa spuna cat o doare

Si-a ramas pierduta in carare,

Ploi si vanturi trecut-au peste ea.

Statea lipita de pamant si se intreba

Ce ar face daca vantul ar lua-o

Si-o clipa in palma ta ar aseza-o

Dar a ramas acolo undeva.

A cazut o frunza-n calea ta

Si cine stie cate or sa mai cada

Dar n-ai sa stii nicicand

Si nu-ti va da prin gand

Ca prima frunza ce-a cazut in drumul tau

Am fost eu.

poezie de Ioana Craciunescu