by Petru Racolța
THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY morning, When I was born greedy for life, I was sucking at my mother's breast Longing for earth and stars. YESTERDAY I was reading the alphabet And I was widening the border in my mind, Discovering a whole world Through Eminescu and Ion Creangă. That's how I gathered strength, And TODAY, I am a living book What is still being completed Through the following days. But TOMORROW is coming, With fewer and fewer pages, In weak trembling hands And in thoughts that are lost in the mind. THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, my body dries up, And the soul is invited to leave, And he will leave, he cannot change it, Feeding on another shell.