by Otilia Cazimir
\ntranslated by \u0218tefan Bolea<\/p>\n
You have deceitful, black and evil eyes<\/p>\n
Dead water wells which hide<\/p>\n
Black eyeballs flickering in the back<\/p>\n
Enticing me toward the depths like your eyes.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
When I want to flee, you lock me with one word<\/p>\n
Just like the trees struggling during the storm<\/p>\n
They prepare their branches to escape<\/p>\n
Still their roots bind them to the ground.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
From today onwards I shall love him no more\u2026<\/p>\n
But when I see his pagan gaze<\/p>\n
And childish smile,<\/p>\n
I swear I shall love him no more \u2013 from tomorrow.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
Each day that passes I am more like you<\/p>\n
Such as the spring that pours out to the moor<\/p>\n
Wraps up in silt<\/p>\n
And instead of cleaning its green waters,<\/p>\n
The spring gets muddy.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
You probe me like a bird of prey,<\/p>\n
You scan me with cold and evil eyes,<\/p>\n
Forgetting that if there are traces in the snow,<\/p>\n
The dirty footsteps are your own.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
My face is frozen like a mask<\/p>\n
The fire from the eyes is almost dead<\/p>\n
Even the diamond in order to shine<\/p>\n
Needs to be reflected in some ray.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
Your love doesn\u2019t grow, doesn\u2019t die out<\/p>\n
It\u2019s always cold and even<\/p>\n
Like an artificial flower<\/p>\n
On a meadow of poppies burning in the sun.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
When I shall leave, you will easily forget me<\/p>\n
I know it can\u2019t be otherwise<\/p>\n
Just for an instant the roaming wave<\/p>\n
Keeps in it the mirrored face.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
Despite your smiles I really wanted<\/p>\n
From barren eyes a tear to milk<\/p>\n
So I\u2019ve sworn to leave without returning<\/p>\n
But from the dawn I look for you.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
What kind of devil has put you on my path?<\/p>\n
If life wanted to unbind me today<\/p>\n
And her heaven now to offer<\/p>\n
I still would choose our sweetest hell.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
Today he came with warm, kind eyes<\/p>\n
And I didn\u2019t ask him where he\u2019s coming from<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t ask the flower from the edge<\/p>\n
Of the road if she blooms for you.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
I always see you like in the final moment<\/p>\n
Frozen at the top of the staircase<\/p>\n
A smile lost in the corner of the mouth<\/p>\n
And the cruel blade of carelessness in your face.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
You\u2019re mean. But when I hear another stating it<\/p>\n
I look down, clench my fist, and keep silent.<\/p>\n
I feel that only I in this whole world<\/p>\n
Have the right to blame and comfort you.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
I will leave with a peaceful mind<\/p>\n
For I do not bequeath to no one<\/p>\n
A soul leaden with love and hatred<\/p>\n
Distrustful, sad and cold.<\/p>\n
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*<\/p>\n
I have resigned; that\u2019s all it\u2019s meant to be.<\/p>\n
I look at the sun setting down, and I wait<\/p>\n
For unanswered replies<\/p>\n
At unasked questions.<\/p>\n
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* Traducerea a fost realizat\u0103 \u00een cadrul Programului Atelierele FILIT pentru traduc\u0103tori, 2023, Memorialului Ipote\u015fti \u2013 Centrul Na\u0163ional de Studii Mihai Eminescu<\/em>. \/ Translation realized within the framework of the FILIT Workshops for Translators Programme, 2023, Ipote\u0219ti Memorial – Mihai Eminescu National Centre for Studies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Otilia Cazimir translated by \u0218tefan Bolea You have deceitful, black and evil eyes Dead water wells which hide Black eyeballs flickering in the back Enticing me toward the depths like your eyes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1676,77],"tags":[1677,1123,1684,39,312],"class_list":["post-15026","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-78","category-english","tag-egophobia-78","tag-english","tag-otilia-cazimir","tag-stefan-bolea","tag-translation"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3Um","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15026","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15026"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15026\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15027,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15026\/revisions\/15027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15026"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15026"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15026"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}