Amazing

Amazing

I found somehow amazing
the grace of your smile,

the daisies in the valley,

breathing sun for a while.

I found swiftly amazing

the grace of your cry

the willow-tree dancers,

in wind whispering why.

Why are you smiling,

Why are you crying,

What about you, what about me,

What it is going to be.

Gabriela Carmen Macelaru
Copyright ©2007 Gabriela Carmen Macelaru

Gypsum - traducere engl a poeziei "Din Gips"

Your gypsum heart has split in many things,
In two, or four, or six.
I took from the floor with my dry lips
And tied it out with white and red silken strings
In two or four or six (for I can hardly remember the mix)
Now I keep it in my hand to protect if from stain, from wounds and pain
For what if tomorrow is going to rain?
Then your gypsum heart will fall apart in a paste, a white sort of a waste
And it would become a frazzle, lost among my white and red silken strings
Tied in two, or four or six
Out of too many things.