Ben-Bulben… ( timp şi citiri cu / pentru citirea timpului, timpul citirii ….. )



Vin timpii / timpiii …… zboară timpul

Ora e minut şi minutul orei devine timpul ce nu-l cunoscuse-şi

Cale de ani, cale de multe învăţăminte aleatorii ……


Devenise ora un memento

Cutreierând splaiul şi plaiul asemenea vântului

Ce ştii de unde vine ( când pleacă !!! ) şi de va mai veni la anul,

Dar nu îi ştii originea şi creaţia iniţială….


An echo, now and today / tomorrow ( coming from its shine …. )

Near Silgo town, Ireland

Can not fly alone for long, can do it for many years from now

steps are so high ( receiving a limit !!! ),

the high being makes me tears,

into my walking in bright, ( — shadowed by wonder — ),

licensed people rewoked a good…..

I want to know the difference and connection…..


Knowing what will come, — even the moment –,

being closer and closer to its shape, ( closer to the life )

lucky enough, confident enough, ( lucky to have the kindness )

under the word of saying, ( it is said !!! – to say !!! )

under the moonlight,

I have to be, I love to share!

I am with you my dear high being,

To survive in life,

Giving all weight you need,

As Ben-Bulben is your way to another world?


Finding the grace point, into knowledge

the boiling kettle of life, even in day time,

gives distinctive words

will search for positive signs,

will search for love,

coming out the waiting,

for company,

for protection indeed, to those that love.


The moment is an indication…,

Should carry over and ever,

How it is…

How should be….

a fighter and its sword, assumed into world of normality,

letting me to hear,

to see…

to wonder….

having to love it and I am 9 feet tall.


I will harvest, in the bottom of the page,

A way to Ben-Bulben,

Familiar outline…

New reflection…..

a shape of today, tomorrow — enveloped views,

beating heart,….

in mine, sign and count.

I love you high being!