Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Trandafir Sîmpetru, born on April 19, 1962 in Jirlâu, Brăila County.
• He is President of the World Union of Romanian Poets.
• Director of the European Writers’ Publishing House.
• Director of the Platform of Literature, Art and Poetry, World Literature Academy,
• Nominated for the Nobel Prize.
• Director of the World Poetry Championship International Literature Festival,
• Director of the International Literature Festival, European Poetry Championship,,
• Director of the International Literature Festival, World Poetry Olympiad,
• Winner of over 100 International Awards
• Writer of 44 books,Poetry and Prose
When…
Beloved,
whenyou’re coming trembling
while you’re approaching me with the nightingale smile
with the fear of the lightning from the heights,
when you’re stepping in my dreams on your knees,
when you’re begging and pleading,
whilemy indifference is broken towards the walls,
whenyour illusion is gone,
whenyour joy is cast away,
whenit has been given to you
thelife of the one who will be no more,
then… you are walking on the other pathway,
alone… the other one remains just here…
Signs
For you, my beloved,
one blank page has remained,
like a boundless desert
where tropical winds write its own signs,
not being able to comprehend
howwe are fleeing away from the suffering,
how we are looking for the momentum
without its contour, shapelessly
while on the edge of the world
I cannot hear itsfootsteps.
Is the woman who cannot come?
Could be the night which is waiting for me?
One blank page has remained for me,
large as an ocean shore… on which
an anxious flash vision has just passed.
I Am Telling You…
Honey, I am telling you,
My days are wasted on the roads,
I have been looking for you among words,
the solstice comes and spreads out its snows
between our loves…
And you…. You keep waiting for me…
But I am not coming back…
The night carries coldness and silences.
How the wind is blowing on the shore
on which I have remained!…
Closer and closer,
thesea’s somber bell has been tossing
and you are calling me with your earth’s words
to the place where you can ask me to arrive,
andthe moment I am able to reach,
I shall kneel again inside your blue eyes.
Ohhh… how the wind blows on the cold coast!
