THE HEAVN WEEPS IN MY HEART- Mariana Gurza
I LOOK TO THE SKY
Born again,
Here I am!
I went through an ugly dream forks.
Unknown by anyone,
I encircled in my mute grief.
Yet now, o Lord, I am delighted
with your gift of new life,
for laughing, weeping,
fighting, living,
like rocks in their immobility.
THE HEAVN WEEPS IN MY HEART
I thought that disguising myself
as light,
as despair,
I would lull to sleep your imagination.
I succeeded
to glimmer my angel
lost from me,
searching for me
in my gesture
of humility.
ENIGMATIC IS ALL
The words sit strangely
between life and another world.
Abyss? Be it as far as possible!
To read about it in books!
Now we are here, in the picture
with white winter,
tomorrow we will be in green-green.
Of course apricot trees will as well bloom,
will ripen,
also the fields will bear fruit
as every year.
We will be here to collect them.
Even pains, transient,
will remain alone.
Mariana Gurza
Traducere de George ANCA
