Nichita Stanescu - The Golden Age of Love

Nichita Stanescu - The Golden Age of Love

My hands are in love, br alas, my mouth loves - br and see, I am suddenly aware br that things are so close to me br I can hardly walk among them br without suffering. br br It is a sweet feeling br of waking, of dreaming, br and I am here now, without sleep - br I clearly see the ivory gods, br I take them in my hands and br thrust them, laughing, in the moon br up to their sculpted hilts - br the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned br and spun by sailors. br br Jupiter is yellow, Hera br the magnificent shades to silver. br I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves. br It is a dance of sentiments, my love, br many a goddess of the air, between the two of us. br And I, the sail of my soul br billowed with longing, br look for you everywhere, and things come br ever closer, br crowding my chest, hurting me.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:16

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