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Costel Zăgan

Among so many messianic opportunisms, hope remains the basic job of the Romanian people.

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Gogyohka

love is all around
veil and explosion
flower and tear
caressing
the hand says prayers

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Mihai Eminescu is the absolute melancholy of Romanian people, in universal tender expansion.

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The Sand Constellation

a star made of sand
is dropping
from the hourglass of the sky,
night has frozen
on my lips

poem by Costel Zăgan (30 May 2018), translated by Sebastian CiorteaReport problemRelated quotes
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you're so sad
that you want to remain silent
in the name of everyone
but most of all
in the name of God.

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Or About Loneliness

Speak to me
about
love
I told her
And
the lily
Suddenly
blossomed
Leaving me
behind
and
stranded in love

poem by Costel Zăgan (2005), translated by Dan CostinaşReport problemRelated quotes
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Angel of snow

There are flakes that do not want to fall anymore
From the air similar with a huge mesh of azure
Because of the cold I have an eye of snow
I call you with the other eye as a snow falling around

And it is like it would snow in the rhythm of the music
On the pyre ready to hurt
I'm like a snowflake going up on a hill
When you get ready to put out an evening

I reach out a hand and the world is on fire
Burning the snow with flames
From elbows of frost I am making room are violently
In order to die in the
So, I may in the heat of your eyes

A wind lights the place around
Your smile is lighting up the white morning
While my heart beat has snowed
And an angel has sprained his wing of ice

poem by Costel Zăgan from Emotive pyre (24 December 1979)Report problemRelated quotes
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