Things of Life

     Why did you come      Near my window      To disturb      My falling into sleep?      Your night's howl,      With your head stretched      Towards the sky      Reminds me of      The desperate shrill      Of all humanity...      And I cry...

     Inima mea este un câmp larg peste care văd viața:      Mă tăvălesc in iarba și printre fire zăresc cerul,      Am o buburuza mică pe piept.     Niște c ai murgi vin să-mi pasca pe langa picioare,      Le simt respiratia calda pe piele.      Într-un pâlc de salcâmi mă așteaptă un unicorn mov să-i pieptan coama,      Ma strecor acolo atent și cu dorința, ca altfel m-ar respinge.      Mi-am înțeles viața, și destinul...

     When Young Forest discovered one of the most eerie side of Desert, in that infamous place, she was filled with wonder:      "I saw you there, how you bent down, below sea level, and created the hottest place on Earth. You lure people between your sandy loins to find their death..."      "It is a place of death and also of thriving life...," replies Desert, in a serene way.      "A place of modern mummies and strange beauty..."      "The contrast... bothers you?"      "Not necessarily...it's how life is...this valley of death...where the struggle to survive is the most fierce...One can meditate on the meaning of life..."      "People die down there out of forgetfulness...they forget about water...they need a lot of water...But  forgetfulness comes in many forms...people die in many ways..."      "It's at your feet where people discover how crucial water is.......

     "You are showing me the whole earth, apparently...!"utters Young Forest in a moment when she is right in front of Desert, as she rides on a road across his shoulders. She only sees him and his fluffy collar and wide hat of clouds.      "It's what I do..."      "I feel like a globe trekker, you know... although I'm no longer sure if the earth is a globe indeed, as I was persistently told from early age. Maybe you can tell me truth..."      "I cover the earth like a blanket-- I know the truth... but it's not on me to tell you... I am the master of mirage."      "Looking at you, in the distance, I almost believe that the earth is flat...but I know it could be an illusion...I may need to go to Mars to see you from  up there, to see what shape you follow, and if you are enclosed in a dome after all... As in Truman Show ..."      "People come to me, measure things, and they may know some...I re...

     "It's so unusual to see you crying," says Young Forest beholding the streams of water gushing in between the large pores of Desert's face, and being hit by the acidic smell as the liquid has touched the very dry surface.      "Most people think I never cry, but I do..."      "Crying is good...it feeds your soul..."      "Yes, my little puddles nourish the birds, the rabbits, the lizards..."      "So, why do you cry...?"      "I explode sometimes... with thunders...out of fear that my inside matter is gonna get so hardened that I'll lose all life..."      "And then you break all your restrains and flood..."      "So my flowers can bloom... and in hidden places I gather all my tears and make springs and pools..."      "I know...sometimes I find them, and bathe in your tears... I'm always looking for oases, you know..."      "It's where ...

     Young Forest made a few steps to meet her neighbor, Desert. He is a giant who wears a coarse coat of sage bushes, but his rocky shoulders are still bare, or at least that's how they appear to the woman who came closer. She is often perplexed to see the pale colors of Desert because she likes bright greens, and blues, and purple, and she loves to feel the vibration of lush foliage on which dew droplets linger.      "So, you don't like color as much..." she dares to say.      "I bear the color of the winds..."      " I can feel the winds... they come, they push me here, and there... and sometimes they make me change my ways..."      "Go with them...it's harder to go against them. See where they take you..."      "It's mostly what I do..."      "...Or stay in a quiet place and listen... As I will call the dark, they will calm down."      "I can wait too..."  ...

Am desfacut cutii In care pusesem sentimente, Si le-am întins intr-o vitrina Ca sa le vad zilnic.                  * Ne-am aruncat în viață ca-ntr-o sanie Trasa de câini husky in Alaska, Printre ninsori Ca sa ne umplem de alb.                  * Unde ziceam ca mergem, Dar nu am ajuns încă...