12/03/2012

un simplu fir de iarba



 I'd dreamt i was a nothing but a blaze of grass   I was flying slowly toward the light on each and every sunrise   in spite of my small body   I knew faithfully I would reach it next day…  I'd dreamt myself as being simply a blaze of grass  Trying to find out how people   can walk on your whole body ( I had already known how it was   when they were waalking  on the soul   with their full of mud boots )   In the first morning my body - coverred  up with the dawns' drops of water  –  had  touched the bared feet of a pure girl   and I felt no pain   I felt only  her steps   as light as she  was floating,    light like the touch of a cloud  This pure girl was in love   in love with the Air   in Love with Life - fully dressed up in green colours -  in love with the Light - a chain of smiles added up one by one -  Her soul - like a baloon - was hanging on nail from Heaven - being hit   deeper  and deeper with each of hers pure thoughts   One day -while wind stopped blowing   A sad woman was walking on me  With rare leaden steps   and they were crashing my whole inner being ... I am nothing but the grass   I'm sorry I cant have any fruit   ripe fruit like the Sun   which loves me I know that   when humans walk on with leaden steps   I'd given them the wine of the crashed fruit with such a bitter taste  the sadness as heavy as a mountain   could bring the whole stones out of yourself ...  Only Love is throwing petals over the world  While her steps  were walking- for thousands times again and again -  on your body like a blaze of grass    nothing but a blaze of grass ...

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