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Pragul
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de A.H.
11 mai 2011
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Ma plimbam prin padure, calcand pe conuri de brad
Cand am ajuns la luminis, la al unei prapastii prag
Si m-am oprit; ce forme se miscau in fata ochilor mei
Iluzii, ambigue dorinte de putere si vointe de zei.

Eram singur, fara nimeni inapoi, doar cu pustiul inainte
Pe cararea de foc soarele stralucea atat de fierbinte
Incat m-a orbit; si era sa cad in nemarginitul hau
Departe de lumea concreta, afara de bine si de rau.

Dar ceva m-a pironit pe loc; stiam ca la caderea serii
Voi vedea iar stelele stralucind pe cerul intins al verii
Iar cand soarele torid va fi fost deja departe
Ma voi transforma in pasare si voi zbura prin neagra noapte.

Si asa s-a intamplat; nu stiu deodata ce am devenit
Brusc aripi mi-au crescut si in piele pene s-au ivit
Ochii caprui s-au ascutit, galbeni fiind ca aurul
Catre cer inaltat cautam constelatia Faurul.

Dar, de undeva, un vanator s-a arcuit in vant
Si o sageata a sangelui m-a aruncat pe pamant
Asa am zacut aproape mort si insangerat
Trei ceasuri; si toti prietenii mei nu m-au aflat.

Ca nu le-am spus unde ma duc, si nici nu am vrut
Ca ei sa stie taina de a ma face din om, vultur
Si ei m-au plans, ignoranti, nestiind de taina mea
In locul meu pe cer s-a nascut o stea.

Iubita mea, ce in cale mi-ai iesit, priveste
Pe fereastra casei tale o stea noua straluceste
Si daca vreodata vei vrea sa inveti sa zbori
Urmeaza-i lumina, deasupra salasurilor de nori.

The Mystery
by A.H.
today, 5th of May, 2011
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Where do you go when all the mystery is gone?
That spark in the eye, that emperor’s throne
Full of lights, and servants, and the eye of a snake
The scent of a woman and all the love you can take.

I want to sleep the longest dream which can come true
Birds forever flying through the sky all blue
And amok in the shamans’ black territory
Delirious, sick of magic and glory.

I’m passing through the old Egypt
On the alley, it’s sunset and I’m almost asleep
I’m a beautiful woman with long, abundant hair
My eyes are black and I’m going to a mystery.

This mystery is the fullness of my loving life
The key of existence found in the necklace of a wife
I’m looking to the everywhere, to all the potential
Ways of being, I hope, and I don’t care.

I’m not looking for a man, but for myself
The ideal-type of woman is passing through my senses
The dream which comes and becomes is near
I will meet someone at the well near the altar.

Children are laughing, they launch a ball to the sky
Their little screams of joy make my wonder why
I was let unconsoled in that earth so dull and monotone
Enlightening my way just by being all alone.

The mystery of birth, of pregnancy, of adventure and laugh
Crazy as a witch I keep my eyes opened and touch
Everything with my hand full of magic, and I feel the torment,
The decline of the civilization, at this very moment.

Why am I always the child in time?
Passing, forever, with no rhytm and rhyme
Just searching the immortal love, the star so bright
In a circle I move searching the full delight.

Egypt, Assur, Ninive and Babylon, all the cities
I’ve been looking at, no-one responded to my love
Still searching, hoping, waiting, like a white dove
I will always be inside a mystery.

The Longest Night
by A.H.
written on 2nd of May 2011
Part one
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The earth was inflamed with torches, in the longest night
In wooden boxes the tramps used to stay out of sight
Small children whose laughs and smiles were long gone
Were eating garbage, and it was raining so monotone.

Armies stayed firm, bombs were falling everywhere
While I touched my head with desolation and despair
Where are my dreams, where is my forgotten love?
It is somewhere, embracing death like a ghostly glove.

Oh, beautiful youth, your days are almost at the end
I can not be a child, and even wisdom is not my friend
I can not remember what month it is, or what year
Days kept passing until the Tempest of Shakespeare.

On the deserted streets the leaves are falling no more
The vessels stay untouched at the endless sad shore
Flowers together breathe the perfume of the moment
Their petals go round a central point that is silent.

Shut up! There is a procession of priests on the hill
In black robes, crossing fingers and smiling still
With humble walk and bent heads, like an autumn decay
Wanting to remain on earth and hoping to fly away.

I followed their steps to the cemetery, at the graves
When a dove flied out from a cross as the day fades
The little gate cried when opened and our steps were
Brave little children meeting with the everywhere.

The old monastery was so imposing, white and clear
Dark shadows all around were hunting us very near
And while we approached the garden with a torch
We heard a little echo of the grey Emperor’s voice.

Why have you come, dark angels of grey mourning?
Your bodies are nothing but decomposed string,
Your minds so cold and solving unnecessary puzzles
That even when I try to think my memory dazzles.

You say the world is a complicate equation, for which
Numerous bribed scholars have fought like a witch
And that the war is necessary in your invented history
So while we lose our lives and love, you win the glory.

But your power is empty, and you have lost yourselves
Writing books and studies for your rusty shelves.
Who are you, to judge what is good and what is bad,
For us, for mankind, for all the peoples you never had?

END OF PART ONE

Part two
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Inside were golden ornaments, crosses from the past
Of an outstanding time whose memory will ever last
And a small sound of blessing was heard by the altar
Two persons, a priest and a girl bleeding from a scar.

Her hair was so beautiful, but the blood was so intense
To approach her and stop the pain was my common sense
But I hesitated, thinking theories of painful sacrifice
And the probability of death when God plays dice.

Maybe, in the last night, no sacrifice can go wrong
If you are faithful and your desire is very strong.
But, somewhere, a life so rich is being hopelessly lost
And when a life is dying, you think at what you love most.

Dear friend, for you I must write a short letter
I am afraid of what I feel and so my life is not better
I began doubting about my feelings long time ago
And since that moment an eternal night embraced my soul.

Now I see it like a dream, that night of full regrets
The spiral of insanity where my searching soul never sets
Because madness is a profound sickness of my heart
Between the conscious and the unconscious I break apart.

Now I open my eyes, and I see that there is no end
Only a ghost of stupid ideas, and here is a loving friend
This beautiful world will never cease to go round
Where God is the harmony of our hearts’ powerful sound.

THE END