Nostalgia
Magdalena Dale
Twilight whispers
all rustles of leaves
in an autumn refrain
the sun doesn't burn
but it is still bright
The time has come
for colors of rust
and yet
the hoarfrost cannot extinguish
this fire from my heart
Blue time
before the twilight
in the air
silhouettes of shadows
Incarnate memories
Towards sunset
with colors of ember
burnt leaves fall
destroyed by the longing
which cannot be forgotten
Now in autumn
the wind cries through the stones
so lonely
and yet your memory
so alive in my heart
An unlit
pipe
Vasile Moldovan
an empty amphora
brought out in daylight
once full of seeds
or perhaps keeping in
secret
the ashes of any emperor
naval accident
between Scyla and Caribda
the boat of Caron
crushed by rocks
it was drifting
the birthday cake
of the little girls is
ready –
curious by nature
the kittens tasting
before the children
the apple trees
of my childhood have green
so much that
I can no longer see
my house of their crowns
today is
a day like any other –
to live it
to the fullest because
you will never meet it
again
in the old armchair
grandfather is snoring –
both the unread paper
and an unlit pipe are
forgotten on the table
