<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589714" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moments of turmoil [Clipe de zbucium]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love, I feel that you're so far away...<br>You've put your tiny hands upon my head,<br>But like a wall between us stand today<br>The memories of times that now are dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my whole being craves you, it's in vain,<br>You remain still, your eyes stare in the night,<br>So many secrets full of grief and pain<br>Get lost in the deep darkness of your sight!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hope my life will end, because I'm sad,<br>The wind of passion blows through the leaves green,<br>I ask to see the face that you once had,<br>Which until now I've never ever seen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, how I wish the pain was cured by time!<br>So many nights I've cherished it in vain,<br>I've sacrificed to it my years sublime<br>I've smiled... Only your heart has been my gain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You've given it to me! And the abyss<br>Lies down below this flower nice and sweet,<br>(But when upon my brow you place your kiss<br>You do it like in dreams when people meet), </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because the soul, like sorrowful debris,<br>Preserves in it the light for old times' sake – <br>And when a ray pervades and reaches me<br>I feel, my darling, that you're thrilled and shake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It shines in you and without warning lights<br>The precipice of what has been before...<br>I hear the story of my heart's delights,<br>But I can't understand it any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's why tonight I really do not care<br>Enhance my pain or soothe this bloody scar,<br>I'm asking you, lost woman young and fair,<br>– Where do you come from and who really are?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Top%C3%AErceanu">George Topîrceanu</a>, translated by Octavian Cocoş<div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=589714" data-title="Moments of turmoil [Clipe de zbucium] de George Topîrceanu" data-description="My love, I feel that you're so far away.../You've put your tiny hands upon my head,/But like a wall between us stand today/The memories of times that now are dead./When my whole being craves you, it's in vain,/You remain still, your eyes stare in ..."></div> </div> </div>

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