Shores Anched In Your
Eyes
I'm
going to climb your ship, baby,
With
the astral smell of puddle, shells and herbs,
Discoloured,
in the largs let's go, look at me
How
I run through lightning and lightning through the shores
Anched
in your eyes, we will be free, baby, will
Uplifting
the winding waves in our wake, we will leave
Away
the shade of the chestnut trees and the deserted heights
Of
the wounded amurgite, i will call you as an temptation,
In
silence, to love you in the morning barefoot, to
Look
at your eyes and breasts like a foreign shore,
Be
hungry for you, by the fortress of your body, to my
I
descend my mouth on the nipples with snow and flames,
to snow unceasingly in the cold of the
cricket,
In
the dampings of forgetting, to lose each moment,
to
heal myself from loneliness and comforter sunsets,
to
worship, beyond
Going
to squander like a teardrop
In the jar where the roses get undressed.
You Were A Dreamer
You
were a dreamer,
When I kissed your unemptied breast,
Cry of waterfall in which i rerang
And burning, the lucepheres danced above
The deer and the cytes,
And we through the cruel grass we roll
By blue silence, we were in a jam
With the storm of love, you were holding
one in each other's arms,
biting
my chest and tearing my
Lust, was in us winter and blizzard,
Comfort your white thighs and your cheeks
of flames, we descend into the dream in
the depths of
Ocean, you call me whispering and you
rise
With the wave, above, where the wind
howls and you
You feared, that you would lose me by the
light
The island of life where the
Lightning-scraped by the grain of sand,
boiling in remembrance
of
the unborn you were the dreamer
When I kissed your unemptied breast,
the
waterfall cry in which I rang and burned.
My Beloved Green Eyes
My
beloved green eyes,
She's giving you a rainbow,
In late hours when it overturns
Gentle moment, suspended to other
Swallow with mysterious delts, lost
In your icon where the star lights up
Early and illusion of love, you kissed me
Cheeks and you snuck into the maze
My heart, unleafed by the shade that
contained, which quarched with burnt lips
To the light flashed by the morning wind.
You wait for me every time
Through the bowels of so many steps or
The ashes of the clay over which the
butterflies fly
and mix me with the dew drops you
Fill your eyes like some kind of tear, you
were
Eaten by the pain and the kid's way
That leads to me, was an endless go come,
Where life and death were met, or perhaps
away from you,
I sat in your loneliness and waited for the
soul's rock to break
from
the knees of the blink as an elastic shadow
We lose without anyone seeing us.
Trandafir Sîmpetru
Trandafir Sîmpetru, was born on 19 April
1962 in the commune of Jirlău, Brăila County. He is president of the World
Union of Poets in Romania. President of the World poets Association. Director
of Lyrical Publishing Graph Romania. It has over 50 international awards. Has
so far published 34 volumes of poetry. It is proposed for the Nobel Prize 2019
of World Poets Associațion Magazine. He is the first writer in the world to
stage a global festival of poetry.