Night comes in swiftly
dropping a white shawl on my shoulders
its gentle touch possesses me forever
pressing against my chest and filling me
with yearning for your being

I am not trying to stop the violent invasion
I walk along the road deep into my routine

I cannot sail
return cannot
I cannot stay
where I reached
I only can dream while awake
until lying down on autumn’s fallen leaves

Day after day storms coming in
will make me miss you less and less
and will allow me only this
recalling the unheard of dream

towards the morning
my yearning for you fades away
when I realize I am transient
with temporary rights
to enjoy the present.

projected on future’s screen

the world surrounding me is more and more noisy
awaits my turning on the light
in the mansion haunted by
the freedom of reinventing the game.

din volumul Traps / Capcane, Corina Victoria Sein, traducere în limba engleză de Mihai Mihuţ, ilustraţii de Marius Fechete, în pregătire la Ed. Excelsior Art, 2015

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