miine va veni
tomorrow will come
o astept (asa imi pare,
i am expecting her (so it seems to me,
ca e de genul feminin).
that is of feminine genre).
azi lucrurile si-au schimbat primul strat de culoare
today things have changed their first layer of colour
alunecind tot mai mult inspre gri.
sliping more and more towards grey.
pina la apus de soare
until the sunset
mai e foarte putin.
is very less.
inca mai trag speranta
i still hope
(cum as trage cortina?)
(how would i draw the curtain?)
miine, cu singuranta, va veni.
tomorrow, definetly, she'll come.
acum, lucrurile s-au deformat,
now, things have deformed themselves,
pierzind din substanta.
losing from substance.
sint moi, flescaite,
they are soft, flaccid,
as inventa o altfel de instanta
i would invent so other sort of instance
cu alte biblii, alte juraminte,
with other bibles, other oaths,
as inventa un palat
i would invent a palace
din cuvinte
from beautiful
dar nu am timp!
but i don't have time!
daca tocmai atunci, in secunda plapinda
if just then, in the frail second
cind as uita sa stau la pinda
when i'd forget to stay at wait
miine, maiestuoasa
tomorrow,kingly
miine ar veni!
tomorrow would come.
miine nu a venit.
tomorrow didn't came.
miine nu vine.
tomorrow doesn't come.
nu se face niciodata miine
it never turns out tomorrow
sperantele, tot mai putine -
hopes, just less-
numaratoare inversa spre zero absolut...
countdown to absolute zero..
o, mi-e atit de rusine
o..i'm so ashamed.
ca nici bucata mea de piine
that not even my piece of bread
nu va ma fi aici sa vada
won't be here to see
fericitul eveniment,
the happy event,
explozia de poezie,
the explosion of poetry
facerea de om din lut,
the making of man from clay
albastra zapada
the blue snow
cind va fi sa fie...
when it would be to be...
miine nici astazi nu a venit.
tomorrow not even today hasn't came
mai am trei pasi
i have three more steps
pina la plus infinit.
until plus infinit.