I still go with the pitcher for water

by Petru Racolța My pitcher is old And it was chipped from the first time, But I still go with it for water, Where do I come back with enough. Even if the vital fluid leaks, Sprinkling greenery on the path, The flowers tremble after the fortuitous gift, And I am happy when they claps…

The flower and diamond

by Petru Racolța I have once loved a beautiful girl, like an eternal promise, I presented myself with a flower and a diamond in front of her, Her face shone at the sight of the gem And she forgot about the flower, letting it wither; That’s when my love for her faded And I’ve never…

Reincarnation

by Petru Racolța From me to the stars,I pass through a field of cornflowers,And then I come back to youIncarnate in fine dust. I will sprinkle myself on the plain,Get over your blouse,Along a springAnd on your hair. You will breathe in me unknowingly,I will think of you,I will embrace your heartAnd in dreams, it…

Dreams Shepherd

by Petru Racolța It’s been heard for a while, With well-founded premises And reasons to fear, Dream thieves have appeared. Here comes a man of this audacity, When your sleep is sweetest, In the dream film, he digs And with your dream, it goes. The thief keeps repeating, Hopes are lost in the fog, You…

Relations

by Petru Racolța The first marriage has been with life, I received a certificate and a name, Blessed are they both by a solemn priest And the impassive hand of an official. The second marriage was with you, Also, with deeds and faith in divinity, I thought it was for life long, too. But our…

People from the stars

by Petru Racolța People dream of becoming stars,To enlighten and live eternally;The stars of the universe aspire to become mortal,To feel and love just like us.The stars are waiting their turn in the sky,And one falls at a time, at the birth of a human baby.We make a wish when we see them,And it is…

Wealth

by Petru Racolța If you have a good man by your side, Appreciate and keep him close, Goodness is a rare gem Which must always be sanded With the same coin. If you have a true friend by your side, Respect and do not blame him for his flaws, Friendship is the greatest gift Which…

Without Old Age

by Petru Racolța I drive away the sadness of autumnWith a thought that makes me happy,Like time, no matter how long,Love within us does not grow old. Nostalgia does not give up,It resists like the heaviest steel,Strengthening absolute faithThat our memories will never perish. And so, if we thought about it,We come to the ultimate…

Looking for the Right Rhyme

by Petru Racolța I’m looking for rhymes day and nightFor any feeling,That’s the only way I think it’s possibleTo express my experience. Time passes, and it doesn’t come to meAny life-saving flashes,So, help me find it,Please. Give me a rhyme to “love”,One to match,Don’t tell me “happiness”Because I don’t see it as natural. Give me…

My Inner Child

by Petru Racolța I wore it for several yearsAnd we got along like twins,We had the same thoughts and dreams,We fit in when choosing games.Since a time ago, older people began to laugh at him,And I thought it is best to hide him,I locked him in the little rooms of my heartAnd I only looked…

Choices

by Petru Racolța I did not choose to come into the world, It happened randomly, And I try, as best as I can, To not fall into despise. I wasn’t the one To put my name, But I’m trying to honour it And to build a reputation for it. I was neither at the distribution…

An open relationship

by Petru Racolța We fell in love from the first date And we parted with hot promises; While we violated some of them without upset, We respect others sacredly. There are years when we can’t see each other, She sends me pictures, through intermediaries, I write him lyrics of praise And I pass them on…

Jump without a parachute

by Petru Racolța If you throw yourself from heights, Above a flower plain, But without a parachute, Chances are extremely low To fall on a haystack That would save your life; That’s why no one tries. In love, the risk is just as great, But people throw themselves without safety measures, Hoping they will land…

The Old Train

by Petru Racolța The train is going hard on the rails,When it goes and when it comes,It goes hard and pressed,Because it is old and too used. A train set is passing,But it is still too muchFor an old and degenerateRailway. It is not the fast train anymoreWhat flies fast like the wind,I was looking…

Riddler in the Snowflakes

by Petru Racolța Every snowflake is unique, just like humans,The lines that compose it are like those in your palmOr like the shapes left by the coffee grounds in the coffee cup.Clouds give birth to flakes for undiscovered destinies,And I am a fortune teller in such creations;Bring me the one lying on your cheekAnd I…

People and Comets

by Petru Racolța I was disappointed by the meetings with people,I was planning them in detail and waiting for them delighted,Yet, there was always something to cancel them out;Or to overshadow them. Sometimes they accused the traffic jam,Sometimes they blamed the memory,Sometimes they invoked the change of hour as an excuse,And the great haste made…

Burnings on Leaves

by Petru Racolța Green leaf from the herbs,I pick longings from the alleyAnd divide them intoBunches with sender on them. And green thorn again,I feel one by one comingTo fix in my mindLike thorns on clothes. Bitter wormwood leaves,Every burning is bigEspecially one in particularThat I can not tell you. Stinging nettle leaf,Longings lift me…

Leave also to Me

Leave also to me by Petru Racolța Don’t distract all my thoughts,Leave at least a window to me,Fresh air to get through it,With scents still unknown. Don’t take all my memories,Leave also a few choices to me,Even if they will come with sadnessesAnd unfulfilled longings. Don’t populate all my dreams,Leave also part of the night…

The Faces of Love

The Faces of Love by Petru Racolța You asked me how much I love you,And I showed you the highest mountain,I didn’t know then that you don’t like heightsAnd you will choose the one with love like a hill. I picked up my wounded feelings from the woodsand sowed them in the vastness of the…

The Heart does not use Words

The Heart does not use Words by Petru Racoltă I have asked a thousand people in love: what is love? But I received a thousand different answers; I asked the whimsical wind the same question , I then asked the wise forest, The stream at the heart of the mountain, The sea that knows so…