by Oliviu Crâznic
The summer breeze is spreading the infection;
You play the piano as I play the violin…
We light the torches to restrain the shadows –
Once the End over, something else begins.
We drink our wine, and dance in our ballroom;
Make love in our bedrooms and play cards late at night…
We’re dining one last time, because we are the last ones –
Let down the bloodred curtains, we do not need the sight.
On your white neck, I place the golden necklace;
“Now with the coming darkness, accept to be my wife…”
You kiss me long and sweet, to sleep we lay together –
And whispering „Forever!…” we dream the afterlife.