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Alba Iulia (2.-5.April: diese Stadt ist wirklich schnuckelig)

Sometimes I do have them
These sincerely happy moments
Where the beauty of life
It comes over me – open-hearted
in absence of guile
With sunshine in my back
My neck being warmed up
in need of the setting sun

to my right
I see the vanishing hills
in hazy blurred skies
One of them – far to the left
is still wearing a crowned aesthetic
a white blanket of its own

right behind me
a woman: winged with folded might
sunlight sets, she’s looking further ‘wards east
music in my mind, music up the street
petals sway in rhythmic breaths of silent wind
ivory touches on cerulean carpets with
garnet, crimson and saffron hamsayes
side by side by side

Whilst
a couples’ lips touch
– and the musics’ sound is overwhelming –
a soft brush turns into a whispered sough
below soft gazes gentle refuge

they feel each others comfort.
protected luck

to my left I could barely be less bothered
Joy Kogawa is to talk to me
as if not lions’ protection was to send a regard
to tall buildings trembling shape

"Where there's a wall there are words to whisper by loose bricks"

the perfection of alabaster stone
in togetherness with
crumbling scenes of empires fall
but! not only one but two
shared by history’s greatest bards
in recent memories’ lane.

As I have come to sit here
cherishing
in blossoming corners of my utterance
revealed in speech

children in dazzling dresses
pink in colour, winging their way
have leaped into unknown future: counting
Trei
Doi
Unu
that is what is left
Of sunlights’ fleeing.

And my flitting of my own.Read more