Sunday, August 10, 2014

Corn englez


Se stinge lumina dinspre munti,
Coboara corabia neagra in noapte
Vara e pe sfarsite, punti

Se fac ultimele cuvintele. Sub gene
Stelele lacrima tainuiesc, soapte
Si tropot de cai, alene

Tata, trezeste-te ceasornicul nibelung
iti face semn ca flamura intre soare
Si luna, cortina intinde. Indelung
Isi canta moartea cantul ultim. Boare

De arama, zorile se rostogolesc, Ademenitor
cornul aduna vara intr-o schimbare la fata, fugi,
tata, nu intoarce capul catre nor,
si te poticnesti, incatusat in mii de rugi.

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