Sunt оn neputinta,
оntr-o stare absoluta de
Trezire
ca punct de asalt,
oriunde as fi fost aruncat,
Mereu la mijloc de infinit
Perpetuu omenesc оn culpa,
prizonier al distantei
cu dreptul la existenta.

.....

Since , oh, Beloved, you are not even faithful
To me, who loved you so, for one short night,
For one brief space of darkness, though my absence
Did but endure until the dawning light:

Since all your beauty--which was mine--you squandered
On that .....

Drumul canta cand eu ma duc
Fac trei pasi, drumul e mut.
Drumul e negru pana in zare
Fac trei pasi, drumul dispare.

Murisi, o, Beatrice, în floarea vîrstei sfinte…
Cu dragostea-i poetul te-a însufletit;
Prin versurile sale ne sta mereu în minte
Imaginea ta dulce, caci Dante te-a iubit.

T;i-a fost, o, Eloise, fatala dimineata.
De Abelard iubita, fu sincer dragu-ti .....

Treci limpezindu-te-n pîmânturi mult întarziata,
Ramasa dintr-o zi de toamna si asteptata-n vremea ceea
Peste câmpia ca o tabla de diamant si ciocolata,
Pe care cobora spre ziua si se-nalta-n amurg scânteia.

Sa-ntârzie doar prospetimea hotarelor în .....

My darling, we sat together,
We two, in our frail boat;
The night was calm o'er the wide sea
Whereon we were afloat.

The Specter-Island, the lovely,
Lay dim in the moon's mild glance;
There sounded sweetest music,
There .....

I love this white and slender body,
These limbs that answer Love's caresses,
Passionate eyes, and forehead covered
With heavy waves of thick, black tresses.

You are the very one I've searched for
In many lands, in every weather.
.....

E'en as a lovely flower,
So fair, so pure thou art;
I gaze on thee, and sadness
Comes stealing o'er my heart.

My hands I fain had folded
Upon thy soft brown hair,
Praying that God may keep thee
So lovely, pure and fair.

The years they come and go,
The races drop in the grave,
Yet never the love doth so
Which here in my heart I have.

Could I see thee but once, one day,
And sink down so on my knee,
And die in thy sight while I say,
"Lady, I .....

Am I sadly cast aside,
On misfortune's rugged tide?
Will the world my pains deride
Forever?

Must I dwell in Slavery's night,
And all pleasure take its flight,
Far beyond my feeble sight,
Forever?

Worst of .....