duminică, 26 septembrie 2010

A moment to be

(Chez mes grands-parents )

Silent.. not known and still tender to be
One moment ago..
who and what should I see?

The rules are mistaken, or misinterpreted
That's what I am, sometimes, in laughter
Simply loving, taking, judging one capture
Of an idea to sell.

To sell it for passion.
For houses, for men, for all of them who know
That this is fighting: to be, to live and to grow.

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