A DOUA ALUNGARE - Referate preferate de pe la voi adunate

A DOUA ALUNGARE
Only the head aches. Death will translate you
Every seed is potentially a world.
Who will be born of your birth
And will extract that which it gave you on loan?
Who never forgives, does not perish
And your life, your hundredfold death through
Destructive Knowledge
Demand you to inexorably return them
LAMENTO MISERABILIS
The villages in the mountains deserted by people
Like the fortresses of the old gods in past times
In this agony, there is a punishment,
Which is forever paid by the faithful
Under grass waiting for the Last Judgement
But time measures other rhythms, other wonders,
Cohorts of dead amongst the roots
Weaker and weaker
They are smoothed by the time below
And the blind memory of the soil
And the fallen argil is not the one of
Sanctuaries, not the one from poor alters…
Like the villages, and the towns
Which were fed yesterday from the bread of happiness
And the water of patience
Now they have fallen to spite and abandonment
Half of us have become soil again
Our sons will go to foreign
Heavens
And the devastated districts are sad ghettoes
We are the punished tolerated ones
At the caved in walls of history
Which is not ours.
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