Things of Life

Oamenii dispar ca florile când se schimbă anotimpul, Te uiți în locul in care au stat și vezi materia înghețată... Cu toate astea, unii marchează locul acesta cu sânge, Ca și cum simpla plecare nu ar răni destul... 

     I remember Steve as a middle-aged fat man who was making balloons. I mean...  it was his thing, he could do all kinds of recognizable shapes of animals or objects from some elongated colorful balloons. He was pretty much like a busker who was constantly carrying with him the paraphernalia of his craft. To be ready on the spot for whoever would be interested. Kids were thrilled and all over him with their special requests. I may still have some parts of broken balloons littered in some corners of my house...       I was getting exasperated sometimes when he was around... Already thinking how much I had to clean after kids got home with their hands full of the most bizarre looking balloons, very short lived...       What do you want... a sword, a puppy, a flower...?       He liked to do stuff for kids, he said, and beside balloons he was mastering tricks just to give them joy. Things with ropes, for ...

Lasă-mă umplută de-acasă,  Și să mă-mbăt... Ca apoi sa fug iar' in lume  Si sa mă satur de ea...

In aceasta zi, amintirile sunt ca un cârd de păsări năpustite dintr-odată asupra mea; Totuși, nu atât de violent cum ar suna... Doar o fluturare de aripi in jurul capului meu Plimbat pe caldarâmuri curbate de generații de pași, In cer senin de vara...

Nu mai e nimeni in casa,  Doar eu si spiritele: Spiritele copiilor la joaca, Spiritele oamenilor la munca--  Zumzet, murmur... Acum e vara Si in gradina... spiritele roșiilor din răzoare, Ardei si vinete, In curând dovleci... Nu mi-e urât, Sunt cu spiritele... In aerul cald de afara-- O hora mare cu zane, Pasari si greieri, Si frunze de nuc...

Eu acum pieptăn timpul, asta fac... Las niste semne in nisip  Să rămână eventual posterității,  De la mine... 

I no longer wait for things. Just live. A form of graceful float, Going around road's bumps.  Not stuck on one thing, loosing another, and maybe getting hit, Keeping the whole picture in view.  There is always the something else, the yet not seen. Don't wait!