Respiraţie tivită

Tristeţea-i

tivea pleoapele de jos

umbrindu-i faţa brodată

parcă

cu flori de câmp.

Cu o expresie uimită a chipului,

învăluit într-o ciudată seninătate

sub un nas ascuţit,

rămânea surd

la întrebările din ochi.

Respira aerul

cu voluptate.

Hemmed breathing

His sadness

was hemming the lower eyelids

shadowing his embroidered face

as if

it was with wildflowers.

With a thunderstruck emotion of his image,

wrapped up in a weird serenity

beneath a spiky nose,

remained deaf

at his eyes’ questions.

Was breathing

with voluptuousness. 

traducere: ELENA BUZATU