Pe stâncile semeţe, — cuvânt —
Iubeşte soarta înfiptă-n pământ,
Căci ştie de viaţă şi, — drum — ……
Cu rădăcini adânci.
Din spicul de grîu, — pâinea de cuvânt —
Cu eroi ce-n zile şi ani
Reper peste durere,
Reper peste suflarea—timp!!!
How creation came….to built up,
…near the sky, top, an extinct volcano plug,
seven hundred seventy seven steps around,
we need a miracle to understand,
or just …simply…the science and courage
to take. Beyond creation is the natural
…above the known limits, photos to have,
words to write, open heart and mind,
you are not far away. How I can go there
….as space is keeping me here!
I admire, I love….shapes of the volcano
to add into reality, new desires of being free
in thinking and desires.