A VII-A INDULGENTA
Terorile mele, fiti mai blajine
cu arlechinul speriat de moarte.
Fluturati peste visarea lui ciufulita
mainile oglinzilor alintate.
Copilaria nu se mai aude,
a ramas printre relicve, printre amulete.
Zambetul a scapatat, a palit,
ochii apun in cearcane violete.
In genunchi, pe branci, la Canossa,
bronzat de luna ca un harap,
cu frca-n san cu noaptea pe umar,
cu cenusa stelelor pe cap.
THE VII-TH INDULGENCE
My terrors, be more gentle
with the harlequin scared to death.
Flutter over his ruffled dreaming
the hands of the spoilt mirrors.
The childhood nomore is heard,
it has remained among the relics, among the fetiches.
My smile has set, has faded,
my eyes go down in violet eye rings.
On my knees, crawling,to Canossa,
tan by the moon like an arabian,
with fear in my breast, with the night on my shoulder,
with the ashes of the stars on my head.
THE VII-TH INDULGENCE
My terrors, be more gentle
with the harlequin scared to death.
Flutter over his ruffled dreaming
the hands of the spoilt mirrors.
The childhood nomore is heard,
it has remained among the relics, among the fetiches.
My smile has set, has faded,
my eyes go down in violet eye rings.
On my knees, crawling,to Canossa,
tan by the moon like an arabian,
with fear in my breast, with the night on my shoulder,
with the ashes of the stars on my head.
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