30X30 cm / pastel on canvas
The Greatest Romanian Poet Adrian Paunescu died Friday morning at the "Floreasca" hospital in Bucharest following a cardiac arrest.
Cel mai mare poet al Romaniei , Adrian Paunescu a murit azi, vineri 5 noiembrie la Spitalul de Urgenta
in urma unui atac de inima.
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The Words - In Memoriam
The words, with spirals of…
…light and shade
From childlike empires
And spears thrown by
Newborn hands
Of unthought-of notions,
These words with shadows
Of nobody’s hate,
Yet hating the weakened,
They died at dawn.
The sighs of the dying,
The screams of the newborn -
As one become notions
And words of the poets…
We bow our heads
And entwine our hands
As one shade of these words
Did die at dawn…
Those words, as reborn before their birth,
Those lighted and darkened,
They bowed as the memory
Was blended with matter…
Colorblind minds.
If words had nuances,
Their colors that painted the nature
And flesh and emotions,
They flickered
At dawn as they dimmed.
The Elder
05.11.2010
exoskeleton
