| CALDURA | WARMTH |
| Flavia Cosma | tr. the poet with Matt Loftin |
Intotdeauna mă aflu la cald In poalele brazilor, verzi, înfoiate; Chiar şi atunci când iarna, cu degetele lungi, Coboară din nori cu tărie, Lacrima Sfântului Anton Plânge neîntrerupt pe feţe stoarse, Şi lumea se curemură ................................din temelie. Departe de frică mă ghemuiesc, adorm, In cuiburi de brad frumos parfumate, Umbrele moi cu grijă mă-nvelesc In caldul de mamă, In caldul de frate, In cald aburit De iubit. | I find myself always warm In the laps of pine trees, ruffled, green, Even when winter with its elongated fingers, Descends forcefully from the clouds, The tears of Saint Anthony Weep unbroken on the drained faces, And the world trembles ....................................from its foundation. Away from fear I roll and fall asleep In nests of pine trees, sweetly scented, Soft shadows enwrap me with much care In the warmth of a mother, In a warmth of a brother, In the misty warmth Of a lover. |
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