Raining in my soul

I feel that if I do now let the tears that are pricking my eyes, if I do let them flow, they won't stop. I feel like an abyss of tears.
Then, as a miracle, the ghosts of the salty drops of sadness disappear; I can't cry... but a long time ago I could.
I was cursed to harbour inside me enormous sadness but I was also blessed with something strange: I am an empty shell, without feelings, a masque,and sometimes, the blowing wind- but only for a second- brings feelings that then disappear.
And I can't cry... but a long time ago I could. I'm cold.
May it be you the one that made me like that? May it be you... and I'll forgive you...
May it be you... and I won't feel alone anymore. Am I alone? Answer! Am I?
I'm cold. I'm sorry for all of it.

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Toamna aurie scutura graul campiilor.
Si secera-i lunga e vantul care
Dansand, distruge puful alb si rece de ninsoare
                                 al papadiilor.


Toamna aurie apleaca ramuri desarte.
Si secera-i lunga e soarele care
Pierind, adoarme susure adanci si clare,
                        venite de departe.
Pierind, adoarme roiuri roze de petale.


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Si vraja-i uitata de frunze e oare...
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