mornings glistened with angels
snowing syncope on the blue asphalt
until the sky robbed
the shy winged shirt
of the afterlife


hardly breathing while ripening
solfeggios burdened by light
getting old
half of me was you
frail symmetry
dressed in seagulls
destined to unknown seas

some time ago
we were dreaming
guided by a blind angel
fog gossamers enfolded in waves

only the fear of flight
has stilled us, darling

so we were left
with blizzard effigies
on faces
or unspeakable burdens
to the irreversible passage
of angels


(Translated by Luminita Suse)