PASSED AWAY THE YEARS...

Passed way the years...
I was little child,
Then,young,
Now...i am old...
I was a small blade of grass
Growing up on a meadow
But now,...i must fall...
I will born again...
A new blade of grass,little,
I will rise in the same place,
Then,i must fall...
I will be then a fir
And when the time will come,
I will cheer up again someone's soul,
On Xmas,i will be there,in its home,...
On my top it will place a star...
From my branches will make its chaplet
And i,always,
Alike a living Spirit,i will exist...
The sorrow i'll change
To someone,with happiness;
A he or a she,will reach to know,
Then,the Happiness...
Happiness of a child,
Who became over the yeas,a young;
Passed away my years,
Now,i am old...
Passed away the years when i was playing in the sand,
There,near my beloved sea;
I had a castle,wonderfull,who...in time,
Price of a second,it was,
In the next one,vanishing,
Swallowed,into sea's water...
"Why you build castle near sea's water,child?
Its waves will took ur castle away,u know that well enough!"
"Oh,yeah...i know,but don't forget something:
The sand appertains to the sea...
How i will take something that isn't myne?!
Who will wanna take something ,who doesn't belong to it?!
Do you see well,the righteous answer,to your question?!"
Passed away years,now
And still there i am,near sea...
I make another castle who won't last...
But the magic of that second
In which,with a smile,i will look it,
Will last...my entire life...
Last even now,when..being old,
I tell my remembrance...
I look at you,very well knowing
That you'll smile...price of a second,
In ur smile,
I would have found...
Happiness..
Oh,passwed away my years,alike the desert's sand
Cos,came the storms,moved the dunes,
The oasis full of life yet remained,
There,somewhere,secluded...
And the thirsty ones,found their peace...
They were walking through desert,straying,
Searching for a place of rest,
To defend themselves of the strong sun,
Who,from their journey,stopping them...
From time to time,they noticing the oasis,
Running to get to it...
But there,there wasn't anything..but the mirage...
Weaken there minds were!!...
Conclusion would have been,now:
They walked on a road of knowledge,
But only the sand's inhabitants
Know the secret of dunes...
Passed away my years...
But there remained something...remembrance...

@Th3Mirr0r

[ROMANIAN VERSION]

TRECUT-AU ANII...

Anii au trecut...
Eram mic copil,
Apoi tanar,
Acum,sunt batran...
Eram un fir de iarba
Crescand pe o pajiste
Acum,tre' sa cad...
Un nou fir de iarba,micut,
Voi creste in acelasi loc,
Apoi,tre' sa cad...
Voi fi apoi un brad
Iar cand timpul va veni,
Voi imbucura iar sufletul cuiva,
De Craciun,voi fi acolo,in casa sa,...
In varful meu imi va aseza o stea...
Din ramurelele mele-si va face cununa
Iar eu,intotdeauna,
Ca Spirit viu,voi exista...
Tristetea-i voi schimba
Cuiva,cu bucurie;
Un el sau o ea,va sa stie,
Atunci,Fericirea...
Fericirea unui copil,
Devenit peste ani,un tanar;
Trecut-au anii mei,
Acum,sunt batran...
Trect-au anii cand ma jucam in nisip,
Acolo,langa iubita-mi mare;
Aveam un castel,minunat,ce...in timp,
Pret de-o secunda,era,
In urmatoarea,disparea,
Inghitit,in apele marii...
"De ce-ti faci castel langa apa marii,copile?
Valurile ti-l vor lua,stii bine!"
"Ah,da,...stiu,dar nu uita ceva:
Nisipul,apartine marii...
Cum voi putea lua ceva ce nu-i al meu?!
Cine va putea lua ceva ce nu-i al sau?!
Deci,vezi tu,oare,un adevar,in spusele mele?!
Vezi tu oare,raspunsul drept,al intrebarii tale?!"
Trecut-au anii,acum
Si tot acolo sunt,langa mare...
Imi fac un alt castel ce nu va dura...
Dar magia acelei secunde
In care,cu un zambet,il voi privi,
Va dura...toata viata mea...
Dureaza si acum,cand...batran fiind,
Imi spun amintirea...
Ma uit la tine,foarte bine stiind
Ca vei zambi...pret de-o secunda,
In zambetul tau...
Aflavo-mi eu...
Fericirea...
Ah,trect-au anii mei,precum nisipul desertului,
Caci venit-au furtunile,mutara dunele,
Oaza plina de viata inca ramase,
Acolo,undeva,retrasa...
Iar cei insetati,si-au gasit linistea...
Mergeau prin desert,ratacind,
Cautand sa se odihneasca,
Sa se apere de soarele puternic,
Ce din drum ii oprea...
Din cand in cand,observau oaza,
Alergau..sa ajunga la ea.....
Dar acolo,nu era nimic...decat mirajul...
Slabita le mai era mintea!!!
Concluzia ar fi fost,acum:
Mersera ei pe drumul cunoasterii,
Dar numai locuitorii nisipurilor
Cunosc secretele dunelor...
Trecut-au anii mei...
Ramase ceva...amintirea...

@Th3Mirr0r

THE MORNING AFTER

Around,silence..
In silence,a shadow..
The shadow,a woman,
She stays there,on a bench,crying..

A lack of confidence..
Confidence lost..cos there,in the meadow,
Finds a peace,her man;
He is there,in her arms,slowly,slowly,dying...

Destiny..
Sometimes,has its own actions..
Irreversible situations,
Alike when now,one is healthy
And then..sudden..dies..
But his woman,stays there,near her man,
Remembers the beautifull moments before they were gone
And..cries...

She remembers that one day before
He was smiling back to her so full of life!
But now,the merry moments are no more..
Sudden,in a morning after,gone,because of a strife...
A strife seen in a casual death chain
Cos her man
Struggles to live..
He has no will,to leave..

"I wish to lie down on the grass,my wife"
He whispers,slowly,bearly breathing
And the teary eyes of his woman,
Looks at him,alike begging to remain alive..
She drags him off the bench,there,on the grass,
Holds him dearly in her arms,
And her silky hair covers his face,
Alike the night covers the stars..
She close her eyes wishing again to feel the other soul,
To give it life,
To split her life..
"Stay with me..
Do not leave me.."
She says him,among tears,flowing in a river
And her body,shiver,
When pressing her lips
In a silent life-kiss,
Of a morning after...
He's breathing normal now;
The heart-attack stopped;
The supply of blood and oxygen to an area of heart muscle is un-blocked,
And lives..
All because of God's will
To make happy a loving wife,
Changing hand of fate,
In a morning after...

@Th3Mirr0r

[ROMANIAN VERSION]

DIMINEATA DE DUPA

Imprejur,liniste..
In liniste,o umbra..
Umbra,o femeie,
Ea sta acolo,pe o banca,plangand..

O lipsa a increderii..
Incredere pierduta..caci acolo,pe pajiste,
Isi gaseste o pace,barbatul ei;
El e acolo,in bratele ei,incet,incet,murind...

Destin..
Uneori,are propriile-i sale actiuni..
Situatii ireversibile,
Precum acum,cand cineva e sanatos
Iar apoi..deodata..moare..
Dar femeia sa,sta acolo,langa barbatul ei,
Isi aminteste momentele frumoase inainte ca ele sa dispara
Si..plange...

Ea-si aminteste ca in urma cu o zi
El ii returna zambetul asa de plin de viata!
Dar acum,momentele vesele nu mai sunt..
Deodata,intr-o dimineata de dupa,disparute,din cauza unui conflict...
Un conflict vazut intr-un lant intamplator al mortii
Caci barbatul ei
Se chinuie sa traiasca..
El nu are nici o vointa,sa plece..

"Doresc sa ma intind jos pe iarba,sotia mea"
Sopteste el,incet,abia respirand
Iar ochii inlacrimati ai femeii sale,
Privesc catre el,ca si cum ar implora sa ramana in viata..
Ea-l trage jos de pe banca,acolo,pe iarba,
Il tine dragostos in brate,
Iar parul ei matasos ii acopera fata,
Precum noaptea acopera stelele..
Ea-si inchide ochii vrand din nou sa simta celalalt suflet,
Sa-i dea viata,
Sa-mi imparta viata proprie..
"Stai cu mine..
Nu ma parasi.."
Ii spune ea,printre lacrimi,curgand intr-un rau,
Iar corpul,ii tremura,
Cand isi apasa buzele sale
Intr-un tacut sarut al vietii,
Al unei dimineti de dupa...
El respira normal acum;
Atacul de inima s-a oprit;
Cantitatea de sange si oxigen dintr-o zona a unui muschi al inimii este deblocata,
Iar el,traieste..
Toate acestea datorita vointei lui Dumnezeu
De a face fericita o sotie iubitoare,
Schimband mana destinului,
Intr-o dimineata de dupa...

@Th3Mirr0r

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