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The Lives of the Others and Our Lives

Translated by: Lavinia Puflea

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Not the passion,

nor the heresy,

nor the wedding ring incised into the flesh, deep down,

 

nor the agglomeration between the crown and temples

can remove the moment`s joy

to share, at birth, the blood

with my daughters.

 

The church within has fallen down.

 

Only a divinity can rise me

from the body`s shadow under the eyes

of the ingenious juggler who juggles

from one side to another the lie with a face

of a princess,

 

love which tastes of ashes,

words colder than a lizard`s tail.

 

I want to sponge out my memory, God,

but somebody keeps stealing the fine sponge from me.

 

I breathe all the way this religion.

My own life is hanging

on the humiliation`s lucidity.

 

Total resignation,

 

leprous sleep and memory as a she-wolf

waiting to give birth...

 

Serenity will fly to other evenings.

 

From unimaginable angles,

inconceivable springs will quench the thirst of dust

that I shall be.

 

When he will come,

he’ll find the shadow of the bride I was,

 

he’ll find the trap in which I mixed

the lives of others with the lives of ours.

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