Sentimental story Then we met more often. I stood at one side of the hour, you at the other, like two handles of an amphora. Only the words flew between us, back and forth. You could almost see their swirling, and suddenly, I would lower a knee, and touch my elbow to the ground to
I wish you could have comprehended the light that crosses our conjoined veins I wish you could have felt its music, the magic chords of harmony we sought. I wish you could have known that words can only keep us far, aloft… I wish you could have heard the tears embedded in my silence.
A poem from “Parentheses”, which is a work in progress, still. 😉 Yet, I’ve included some of the English poems in “Memories” (“amintiri”), my latest Romanian book that has been published in July. Illustrations and cover for Parentheses by Jade Ene.
Outside my home So different is the world outside my home so different, the life beyond its limits (letters and sounds, pictures that live in different colors) so different, the world beyond the space of language! There is a certain rhythm, though that flows within, no matter what a rhythm of the soul