A DOUA ALUNGARE - Referate preferate de pe la voi adunate

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EUGEN EVU
From white signs, which clear looks
Draw near and sacredly re-fill with matter
And the ancient map of the sky
Of my ancestors
As if I were to preserve it with the old manure
If like the one that was first
Put together with the plasma and the echo
After the rebirths and the tribulations,
which have been left unsaid
But above us there is the light
of the creation of those
And the phantasm inside
And if it were not but it would be retold
Even between to become and to accede, like
A work,
I know that the light from night into day
Is offered into us forever, as sun.
TOWN IN DIFFICULTY
Not the abstract one, the archives’ town
But the one in agony, in which there is the time
Of cherries, of strawberries and of attacks.
I am not allowed to die out of my own will.
Between the flames of this abstraction,
Between the good one and the one still evil
I am not allowed to accuse, but to sing,
To suffer, to become.
But not the abstract one, the real, the man,
The transient, in permanent transition.
But not from the earth, but not from the people,
: The one who knows to die more, singing
To daily die, to justify the sense
For always someone to sacrifice
It has landed, like a key of the skies – of the
Light,
One day we shall live. We shall see. We shall marvel