AMIAZA
Zumzaie-albinele in cimitir
a uitare, a soare.
Eu tot mai aud sunetul banilor
pe piatra mormantului.
Joaca sutasii pe piatra.
Zarurile lor ciripesc,
cot la cot cu mierla, cu cinteza.
Joaca sutasii, spalati, curatei,
dupa slujba,
ca doi batrani care joaca table
in pacea siestei.
NOON
The bees are buzzing in the cemetery
of oblivion, of sun.
I still hear the sound of the money
on the tomb stone.
The centurions are playng on the stone.
Their dice are chirping,
side by side with the blackbird, with the chaffinch.
The centurions are playing, washed, clean,
after their job,
like two old man who are playing backgammon
into the peace of siesta.
NOON
The bees are buzzing in the cemetery
of oblivion, of sun.
I still hear the sound of the money
on the tomb stone.
The centurions are playng on the stone.
Their dice are chirping,
side by side with the blackbird, with the chaffinch.
The centurions are playing, washed, clean,
after their job,
like two old man who are playing backgammon
into the peace of siesta.
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