Life · Sacred · White · Wide


The sea bows to you,
the asphalt keeps your footprints,
birds come on branches at your calling,
the sky and earth gather in you.

We pick bread-crumbs
mostly in the dark,
but only morning truly feeds us
with its eternal sunrise.

My darling, stop for a moment
to listen to your heart beat,
in this great passing
from non-being to being.

My darling, hold my hand,
and let us watch together
this so subtle transformation
of caterpillars into butterflies.

Romanian version


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