Biography [Biografie]
He was a man like any decent guy,
Like you, like me, and I am not a liar,
Who never cared and never wondered why
One day all people surely would expire.
And, for he came on earth just for a change,
Although he hadn't had this wish so strange
He made his way into the atmosphere,
Then stuck his pointed hat in the mild breeze
And turned himself into a boulder here,
A rock among the trees.
But, as he stood one day with mouth agape
He froze for ever in a rigid shape.
And his poor soul, within kept by some locks,
Rushed to the sky and didn't want to stop,
Like the thick darkness in an empty box
When someone opens suddenly its top.
poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Added by Octavian Cocoş
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