Privindu-ti chipul in timp
ce tu parca te uiti prin mine, la perna, pentru a nu-ti iesi din ritm si la
inima mea, in acelasi timp, simt mereu dorinta nebuna de a ma catara pe culmile
fericirii tale si in acelasi timp de a nu te mai lasa sa pleci niciodata,
pentru ca ma simt atat de plina de extaz si implinita.
Transpiratia ce curge pe
patul imbibat in mirosul nostru, pielea ta moale, spatele atat de bine
sculptat, bataile inimii si miscarile tale bruste imi lipsesc mai mult decat
indraznesc sa spun.
Undeva, in multitudinea de miscari si zgomote si umbre si
iubire ardenta, mereu ma pierd pe mine si ma regasesc in acelasi timp, caci tu
ma completezi si ma ajuti sa imi gasesc pacea si linistea de care am nevoie,
chiar si in acea zarva de placere.
'I want to sleep the dream of the apples,
ReplyDeleteto withdraw from the tumult of cemetries.
I want to sleep the dream of that child
who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.
I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood,
that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water.
I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass,
nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth
that labors before dawn.'