BLACK POETRY : Mi-e sufletul cavou (it’s my soul tomb)(C’est mon ame..)(E la mia ..)(Es ist ..)


.. It’s my soul tomb by Constantin Oprişan It’s my soul tomb from the ice cube
In which a groom sleeps Really killed in the morning,
In the eyes, there is another memory. Around, the foolish virgins
Still wears the candles off; Burn them in the charcoal box
The mystery of life not understood. A hard and material night,
Untouchable, loose slowly, Holding his true wing
In the soft silk hair. Leave the fog through the nails,
The darker the darkness is sifted On the marble facades in silence,
Symbol of eternal tranquility. He goes to the ducir under the crying cry,
In grains as big as diamonds, Bringing with him,
In the chest and in the heart, nothingness.

1 thought on “BLACK POETRY : Mi-e sufletul cavou (it’s my soul tomb)(C’est mon ame..)(E la mia ..)(Es ist ..)

  1. Un destin tragic si o existenta cumplita !!! a fost la inchisoarea Pitesti si a fost in atentia speciala a lui Turcanu ! torturat ani de zile ! A indurat chinuri groaznice si a murit in conditii inumane !!

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