THOUGHTS…
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

To the immensity and freedom of the ocean
The shores are the only borders
That are being stolen away
And blurred into enigmatic dreams…
In the sphere of calm and stillness
The wave comes as the only tempest
That spreads its chills and torment
All over neat tranquility.
In a world of clamour
Our words are the silence
That break it and tear it apart –
We speak the language of silence.

If unhappiness is our horizon,
Then it takes happiness in its embrace –
We are the misfortunate masters
Of our own fate,
For there is no self – defensive weapon,
We are the victims of our own selves.

If your trust in a deceiving truth
Freezes your lips to silence,
If reality is nothing but betrayal,
Forget about the truth and its mendacious valences
And regain it in the moment of your departure
From this world.

If, humiliated and deceived,
You leave this land
Trembling and weeping,
Regain your own self when you see me.
Maybe one has to go through hell first
Before reaching the heavens…
Could that be the bridge
Above the stream of disappearance,
Could that be the price we have to pay?

And if the world we live in
Is hell,
Then I wonder: where does this hell end
And where does heaven begin?

Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania