Nori si ingeri
Ma gandesc ca
printre nori,
Sad pe tronuri
de arama,
Ingeri blanzi
cu flori in par,
Ce privesc
numai la noi.
Poem "Fire smog"
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There’s beauty in going blind, a fever of passion, a hushed delight, a dinner stare, a touch of fright, to dance with stars until they die, to fall asleep inside their light, and never leave their side. For none may become the Endless without will, A corpse of chills, Rotting in woods. Oh, cruel beloved of blight, seek thy vision elsewhere, For here, we are lost, Humans on dry land. Leave us the night, where bodies collide, where silence breaks free, and what we are dissolves Into screams of agony.
