The Poet

The Poet

This man is an important romanian poet...His name is Cristian Simionescu...
Here are some sequences(in a approximately translation) from exceptional book "The Marathon", published in 1985:


I swim among fiber stones as feline eyes
by desert grass."Be able to maneuver
rigors cold,break them the muscle of steel Swedish,
enough you were captive,
not does dies with everything,cheer up!"


"in my heart is a raven
ready to fly.The rate expensive of vanity:-
you bought what was you"


"harness tracks have left marks on your body,
indelible shadows,gratuitously you rub with pumice,
gratuitously fit clothes and makeup!Are occupations
which reveals what you want to hide with tenaciously."


"in my eye redness, a raven would stain of blood,
would drown in blood.
What meets the eye of what is to be seen?
if you say less,is hilarious!if you say everything,I do not think."


"before you know it of the subtle maneuvers chromosomial,
look you have become an old man,elegant
and in decline "