Trandafir Sîmpetru




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.