LEON DUR

AM VORBIT
I HAVE SPOKEN

LEON DUR

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DUR, LEON
Am vorbit = I have spoken / Leon Dur Rmnicu
Vlcea: Logos, 2008
ISBN 978-973-88692-2-6
821.135.1-141=111=135.1

Editura LOGOS Rmnicu Vlcea

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LEON DUR

AM VORBIT
I HAVE SPOKEN...

Traducerea n limba englez de /

Translate in English by
Prof. Anemona Matei

Editura LOGOS
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LEON DUR

Cincisprezece ani
Israel-2008 este ara mea,
prunc nscut odat cu Iisus.
Cincisprezece ani am cutat
copilria neamului meu
Pe Muntele Tabor, Moise se ruga
mpreun cu Ilie i Iisus,
Israel-2008 pstreaz acea
rugciune.
Cartea Sfnt a adus lumina
menorei
pe faa pruncului Iisus.
Israel-2008 este ara mea ,
ara pruncului Iisus.
Alexandru Dur

AM VORBIT/I HAVE SPOKEN

AM VORBIT
I HAVE SPOKEN

LEON DUR

I have spoken

I have tried to speak with Someone in my prayer

But there was no answer.
I was crying alone desperately,
The tears of the sky were rolling down my face.
That moment I got closer the Ghetsimani Garden
to the park in front of my block.
There was Jesus with his disciples, breaking to pieces
the bread,
Kissing one another surrounded by Elohim-Fathers love.
Later I was invited to the holy table.
Those Christic morsels dropped in the green grass were
enough for me.
I could not ask for more
I have spoken with Someone in my prayer
He has heard me!
He saved me with his tears of victory.

AM VORBIT/I HAVE SPOKEN

Am vorbit

Am vorbit cu Cineva n rugciune

Nu mi-a rspuns.
Plngeam singur clipa disperrii,
Lacrimile cerului curgeau pe chipul meu.
Atunci am apropiat Grdina Gheimani
de parcul din faa blocului
Era Iisus cu ucenicii, frngeau pinea,
se srutau nvluii n iubirea Tatlui-Elohim.
ntr-un trziu am fost invitat la masa cereasc.
M mulumeam cu frme hristice czute-n iarba crud.
Nu ndrzneam s cer mai mult
Am vorbit cu Cineva n rugciune
M-a auzit!
M-a miluit cu lacrimi de biruin.

LEON DUR

Eternity,

Spoil the oil on the heavenly sky,

Fill the earth with happily joy,
Bring the sweetness of incense prayer.
The metropolis has lost its beauty,
The computer stirs the man inside,
Sending away the eternitys joy.
Modernity is prophecy,
The limbs burn near the triptych,
A sign of pure love.

AM VORBIT/I HAVE SPOKEN

Eternitate,

Vars untdelemn pe bolta cereasc,

Umple pmntul de fericit trire,
Toarn dulceaa rugciunii de tmie.
Metropola a pierdut frumuseea,
Computerul tulbur omul dinuntru,
ndeprteaz bucuria veniciei.
Modernitatea a devenit profeie,
Mdularele ard lng troi,
Semn al dragostei adevrate.

LEON DUR

Wounded

I breathe the spirit of the sorrow faith

The loneliness plowed by the angels,
The abnegation called by saints
The incense of the anchoretic prayer.
The infinite depth of the heart
Is sparkling stirred by angels,
Without being doomed in silence,
Or convicted to spiritual death.
The substances mystery comforts the body
Of the millennium tormented by wars.
Elohim troubles the Holy Walled City,
The soul wounded by ignorance.
Goods, beauties, pleasures
On the stairs of promised immortality.

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Rnit

Respir duhul credinei amare,

Bunul nsingurrii arat de ngeri,
Druirea chemat de sfini,
Tmia rugciunii sihastre.
Adncul fr sfrit al inimii
Strlucete micat de ngeri,
Nu mai este osndit cu tcerea,
Supus vetejirii spirituale.
Misterul formei mngie trupul
Mileniului rvit de rzboaie.
Elohim tulbur Cetatea Sfnt,
Sufletul rnit de nepsare.
Buntile, frumuseile, plcerile
Urc treptele nemurii promise.

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LEON DUR

The sign

The sign of redemption lights

The beauty of our present days.
The indifference of the metropolis stirs
The hymn of eternal love.
The fallen angels beg for mercy,
And fear overwhelms the grandeur of the buildings
With one hundred storeys.
We descend to silent idols,
In the depth of the night,
The world of third millennium is down
In ignorance and dissipation
Blood stains on the dusty icon.

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Semnul

Semnul rscumprrii lumineaz

Frumuseea zilelor noastre.
Rceala metropolei tulbur
Imnul iubirii eterne.
ngerii czui plng iertarea,
Teama cuprinde mreia blocurilor
Cu o sut de etaje.
Coborm spre idolii tcerii,
n adncul nopii,
A czut lumea mileniului trei!
Culcat-n ignoran-n desfru.
Urme de snge pe icoana prfuit.

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LEON DUR

Close

We bear inside that figure

yet untouched by the torture.
The shadow of feelings
Denies immortality.
An inner freedom which tires
the millennium linked to the computer.
When shall I utter those words:
Im sleeping instead my heart is awake.
Then incense is burnt in the heart housed by angels,
In the name of Almighty God,
So close to You, Yahve.

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Aproape

Purtm n noi chipul

neatins de tortur.
Umbra strilor sufleteti
tgduiete nemurirea.
Libertatea luntric obosete
mileniul legat de computer.
Oare cnd voi rosti cuvintele:
Eu dorm dar inima mea vegheaz.
Atunci voi arde tmie-n inima
locuit de ngeri,
ntru bucuria slavei cereti,
Aproape de Tine, Yahve.

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LEON DUR

Brought together
by angels

Figure of light, the old Europe

with the look of a judge I official
Agitated continent ,
spotted by blood.
The chains of disobedience,
The sufferings of the King of Jews.
on the mount of faith.
Europe, brought together by angels.

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Unit de ngeri

Chip de lumin btrna Europ,

cu figur de jude.
Continent tulburat ,
ptat de snge,
Lanurile neascultrii,
Ptimirea Regelui Iudeilor
pe muntele credinei.
Europa unit de ngeri.

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LEON DUR

The shadow

The white hands of darkness

Covers the shadow of celestial night
Pearls dropped on the railways
Ricked up by the sleeping girl.
The mysterious gentlemans mind
Tears off the lilys dead petals,
The season is bleeding, tears
On flowers buds.
The roof falls on the fence,
Stirring the glow worms in their sleep,
What a tremendous night!
Such a pale shadow!
The moon and the stars,
On the moving sky.

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Umbra

Minile albe de-ntuneric

Acoper umbra nopii astrale.
Perle czute pe ina de tren,
Culese de fata ce doarme.
Mintea necunoscutului domn
Rupe petale moarte de crin,
Snger anotimpul cu rou
Pe muguri de flori.
Straina cade pe garduri,
Tulbur licuricii din somn,
Ce tainic noapte!
Ce palid umbr!
E luna cu stele,
Cerul ce umbl.

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LEON DUR

The fruit

Filled with heavenly Kindness

the whipping soul,
The memory of those pleasures that washes
the dew of the faith,
Minds wanderings bounded
by helplessness.
That I was humbled but I have saved myself.
The saints place marked
by posterity
Shall we fight against sins!
Modernity watches
the whipping soul,
The third millennium is asking for You!
Believing in the promised fruit.

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Rodul

Plin de buntate cereasc

sufletul nlcrimat,
Amintirea plcerilor spal
roua credinei,
Cltoria minii oprit
de neputin.
Umilit am fost i m-am izbvit.
Locul sfinilor ntinat
de posteritate
S luptm cu necredina!
Modernitatea privegheaz
sufletul nlcrimat,
Mileniul trei Te caut!
Crede n rodul promis.

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LEON DUR

I shall cry!

The smile of those lips parched by betrayal

Fills the emptiness of the lost moments
Tormented by the doubt of disobedience
Stirred by consciousness of falling,
I shall cry!
At the beginning of the third millennium.

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Voi plnge!

Zmbetul buzelor arse-n trdare

Umple ntunericul clipei pierdute.
Tulburat de-ndoiala neascultrii,
Strpuns de contiina cderii,
VOI PLNGE!
La nceput de mileniu trei.

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LEON DUR

The soul

Flies the soul bewildered by heights,

The fight against modernity stirs
the traveler inside.
The patience is good in the wars
those wars started by hand stained by blood,
The lamb brought to be sacrified on the graves.
Humans asking eternity on Mars.

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Sufletul

Sufletul zboar ameit de-nlime,

Lupta cu tehnologia tulbur
cltorul din mine.
Calea rbdrii slujete-n rzboaie
pornite de mini ptate de snge,
Mielul adus spre junghere-n morminte.
Omul cere venicia pe Marte.

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LEON DUR

Creator-Elohim,

I need to feel your presence in the loneliness

of those one hundred storeys buildings,
To feel You in my soul destroying
the idols of modernity.
Then I shall understand the meaning
of the technological human being.

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Creatorule-Elohim,

Vreau s Te simt n singurtatea

blocurilor cu o sut de etaje,
S Te vd nluntrul meu demolnd
idolii modernitii.
Numai atunci voi nelege menirea
omului tehnologic.

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LEON DUR

Every hour

Every hour is a burden

for the newly born body
The technological mans war
cannot be understood by angels.
They should stay in tanks
to see the darkness of third millennium.
Im prisoner to those ardent thoughts,
hidden in atomic dreams.
Every hour is a burden seen
on that face carved by angels.

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Fiecare ceas

Fiecare ceas e povar

pe chipul trupului nscut
Rzboiul omului tehnologic
nu poate fi neles de ngeri.
Ar trebui s zboveasc-n tancuri
pentru a vedea ntunericul mileniului trei.
Sunt rob gndurilor ptimae,
cuibrite-n vise atomice.
Fiecare ceas e o povar
pe chipul dltuit de ngeri.

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LEON DUR

I still remain

I am still at the end of the road

Hope is my only chance,
The look of infinite eyes.
I keep those silent thoughts
Waiting for the angel of love.
The pietys leaves turned pale,
The joy is still away,
The modern mans proudness.
Far away from heavenly gift,
Looking at the tombs
I remain at the end of the road.

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AM VORBIT/I HAVE SPOKEN

Rmn

Rmn la capt de drum,

Unica orand ndejdea,
Faa ochilor nemuritori.
Pstrez tcerea gndului,
Atept ngerul iubirii.
Frunzele smereniei s-au ofilit,
Vremea bucuriei n-a venit,
Trufia omului modern.
ndeprtat de darul ceresc,
Cu privirea-n morminte,
Rmn la capt de drum.

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LEON DUR

At Chedar river

The stone pulled by tears,

Stopped by decaying body.
Fire at Chedar river,
Modern technology is broken.
The Angel covered by light,
The land of modern technology.

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La rul Chedar

Piatra mpins de lacrimi,

Oprit de trupul czut.
Foc la rul Chedar,
Tehnologia modern e frnt.
ngerul npdit de lumin,
Pmntul tehnologiei moderne.

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LEON DUR

The walls of Jerusalem

The walls of Jerusalem,

The earthquake of modernity,
The alms offered by the metropolis.
The soul lies in containers,
My hearts prayer is not heard anymore,
The stock exchange prayers
The loneliness, away
from happiness.
The silence of first Christians,
The walls of Jerusalem are all burning,
In the name of that precious gift: eternity.

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Zidurile Ierusalimului

Zidurile Ierusalimului,
Cutremurul modernitii,
Ofranda adus de metropol.
Sufletul zace-n containere,
Rugciunea inimii tace,
ndrumtori juctorii la burs
Starea singurtii, departe
de fericire.
Linitea primilor cretini,
Ardere de tot pentru zidurile
Ierusalimului,
Pentru negritul dar: eternitatea.

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LEON DUR

The path of repentance

The inward voice of history,

Destroyed is Europes ground!
The light of the century comes with the death,
There is no salvation
Love cannot be bought
with golden gifts!
Touched by the loves pains,
Feed the baby inside
with heavenly manna,
So that we can change ourselves
in the third millennium.

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AM VORBIT/I HAVE SPOKEN

Drumul cinei

Vocea luntric a istoriei,

Lovit e trupul Europei!
Lumina veacului e-n ziua morii,
Nu poate vedea izbvirea
Dragostea nu se obine
cu daruri de aur!
Lovete cu biciul iubirii,
Hrnete pruncul dinuntru
cu man cereasc,
S putem umbla transfigurai
n plin mileniu trei.

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LEON DUR

Sorrows

The technological mans punishment,

Moth eaten promise,
The spirit of holy words.
That love betrayed with silver,
Sadness smoldering silently,
The fellows are enjoying themselves in ignorance,
with their hatred soul.
The technological mans words.

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ntristri

Osnda omului tehnologic,

Fgduina roas de molii,
Duhul sfintelor citiri.
Iubirea-nghiit de argini,
ntristarea mocnete tinuit,
Fraii petrec n necunoatere,
Cu sufletul prbuit de ur.
Cuvntul omului tehnologic.

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LEON DUR

The purple

The purple of the mind in a clay jar

burning perfection,
Turning the prayer in repentance.
Look, look that is I!...
Filled with joy I come close to the sky
The sweetness of grace overwhelms the light,
Climbing the stairs of eternity ,
Not far away from the Jerusalem
in that millennium stirred by modernity.

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Purpura

Purpura minii-n vasul de lut

mistuie simurile desvririi,
Preface rugciunea-n cin.
Vezi, vezi c sunt Eu!...
Cuprins de bucurie apropii cerul
Dulceaa harului inund lumina,
Urc treptele eternitii ,
Nu departe de Ierusalimul
mileniului tulburat de modernitate.

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LEON DUR

The comfort

The comfort of light gets closer

the searches,
The angel crucified for us.
The cherubs hide the fruit of pleasure,
The spirit opens the lock windows,
The joy of the soul burnt by repentance.
The comfort of light brings the blood tear,
The beauty of modern life ,
The light of eternity.

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Mngierea

Mngierea luminii apropie

drumul cutrilor,
ngerul rstignit pentru noi.
Heruvimii ascund fructul plcerii,
Duhul deschide ferestrele ferecate,
Bucuria sufletului mistuit de cin.
Mngierea luminii aduce lacrima
de snge,
Frumuseea vieii moderne ,
Lumina veniciei.

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LEON DUR

The voice of psalmreading

The voice of psalmreading, so gentle,

mixed with tears,
Troubles the unhappy pure creature.
Heaven with magnolia in blossom,
inside the pious man.
The thoughts of third millennium
darkens the source of salvation.
The prophets silence
is born in the angel-child.
The voice of psalmreading lights
the technological man,
Making sensitive the darken eyes.

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Glasul psalmodierii

Glasul psalmodierii, blnd,

amestecat cu lacrimi,
Tulbur inocentul nefericit.
Rai nflorit cu magnolii,
luntrul omului cucernic.
Gndurile mileniului trei
neac izvorul mntuirii.
Linitea profeilor
nmugurete-n copilul-nger.
Glasul psalmodierii lumineaz
omul tehnologic,
nmoaie ochii npdii de-ntuneric.

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LEON DUR

Evening guard

Breathing during evening guard

mind is in prayer.
The light spreads the darkness,
bringing to life beautiful thoughts.
The abyss of disobedience sends away
the Seraphs immortality,
The hearts gate opens
the path to eternity.
The Jerusalem of the soul talks to
the angels,
The mustard seed is touched by love.

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Veghea de sear

Rsuflarea la veghea de sear,

strpungerea minii-n rugciune.
Lumina mistuie ntunericul,
cuprinde gndul frumos.
Abisul neascultrii rpete
nemurirea Serafimilor,
Poarta inimii se deschide
pailor veniciei.
Ierusalimul sufletului vorbete
ngerilor,
Grunte de mutar strpuns de iubire.

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LEON DUR

Eternal beauty

Chasing Eternal beauty

invisible beasts tears up the mind.
Storm breaks out the souls strings,
wild animals are swallowing,
Killing the bodys senses.
Light dims as washed by the rain,
a rain with hot tears ,
Perfect Kindness,
The Angels face in glory.
Your name is uttered in meditation.
The Light of the Son spreads joy
in the humble heart,
the richness of a future glamour.
Words turned over in the soul
of Eternal beauty.

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Frumuseea Etern

Pe urmele frumuseii Eterne

Fiare nevzute sfrtec mintea.
Furtuna strnete valurile sufletului,
Animale slbatice se-nfrupt,
Ucid simirea trupeasc.
Lumina dispare splat de ploaie,
ploaie cu lacrimi fierbini ,
Desvrit buntate,
Chipul ngerului n slav.
Cugetarea rostete numele Tu.
Lumina Fiului ntinde bucuria
peste inima smerit,
arvuna strlucirii viitoare.
Cuvinte frmntate-n sufletul
frumuseii Eterne.

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LEON DUR

Mystical inspiration

Mystical inspiration,
Love vanished in ashes,
Bones without any flesh,
Belly fed by the faith.
The difficult path of repentance
Brings grace to the soul.
The prayers fire lives
in the heart warmed by saints.
Eternal flame stirs the creature
affected by modernitys eyes.

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Iluminarea mistic

Iluminarea mistic,
Iubirea topit-n cenu,
Oase despicate de carne,
Pntec potolit de credin.
Dificila cale a cinei
aprinde harul sufletului.
Focul rugciunii slluiete-n
inima-nclzit de sfini.
Flacra etern tulbur fiina
ncercat de ochii modernitii.

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Angels diadem

Angels diadem fired by light

shines by immortalitys glamour.
The garment of celestial fire sends away
the darkness of third millennium.
The angels beauty blinded
the next block neighbours passion.
The sky comforts the ground tormented
by wars,
Angels diadem fired by light,
the man stirred by modernitys burden.

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Diadema ngerilor

Diadema ngerilor aprini de lumin

strlucete-n splendoarea nemurii.
Vemntul focului divin mistuie
ntunericul mileniului trei.
Frumuseea ngerilor a orbit
patima vecinului de bloc.
Cerul mngie pmntul frmntat
de rzboaie,
Diadema ngerilor aprini de lumin,
povara omului provocat de tehnologie.

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LEON DUR

The Logos

The logos changed on Mount Tabor,

Reborn in the lonely clay
The holy glory subdued the crowds,
Modernitys chained soul.
The holy light cannot be explained,
Precious stones cover Jerusalem,
The logos can hear the words uttered by angels.
Lord Savaot is strong like the sun
The Bethleem Babys serenity,
Source of the Logos uttered on Mount Tabor.

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Logosul

Logosul transfigurat pe Muntele Tabor,

Renscut n lutul nsingurat
Slava fr egal a supus mulimile,
Sufletul ncarcerat al modernitii.
Lumina cereasc nu poate fi exprimat,
Nestemate nepreuite acoper Ierusalimul,
Logosul aude cuvintele mrturisite de ngeri.
Domnul Savaot e puternic ca un soare,
Senintate a Pruncului din Betleem,
Izvor al Logosului transfigurat pe Muntele Tabor.

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Soul

Soul touched by love,

Voice which is kept silent,
The altar of future repentance,
The light of the glory.
The gentle sky rests among buildings.
I take part at the angels mass
innocence of salvation on my face.
How sublime Lord is,
He lives in the place paved with stones.
With the love deep in my soul I live
the technological mans odyssey,
Dressed up in a cloud of celestial light.

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Sufletul

Suflet ptat de iubire,

Vocea redus la tcere,
Altarul cinei n devenire,
Lumina necreat a harului.
Cerul blnd a poposit printre blocuri.
Particip la liturghia ngerilor
cu inocena mntuirii pe chip.
Ct de sublim este Domnul,
Slluiete-n locul pardosit cu pietre.
Cu sufletul ptat de iubire triesc
odiseea omului tehnologic,
mbrcat n nor de lumin cereasc.

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You rest

You rest with your head

bent by grief,
Tormented by the unfaithfulness
of my millennium.
The earth shadows the rainbow,
Brightness filled with love,
Incense jars carried by angels,
Jerusalem of the chosen people.

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Te odihneti

Te odihneti cu capul
plecat de durere,
Frmntat de necredina
mileniului meu.
Pmntul nvluie curcubeul,
Strlucirea plin de iubire,
Vase cu tmie purtate de ngeri,
Ierusalimul poporului ales.

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My century

My century with dirty lips,

The beauty of the sky despised
by the eyes affected by the computer.
The angels peace stirs
the bloody terrorists bombs.
This century kills any hope for
those babies born from love.
Happy are those peace makers
My century with its dirty lips
defies the prophets words.
But not for a long time
The heaven lets the light fly.

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Secolul meu

Secolul meu are buzele murdare,

Frumuseea cerului dispreuit
de ochii modelai de computer.
Pacea ngerilor tulbur bombele
teroritilor nsngerai.
Epoca pietrific ndejdea pruncilor
nscui din dragoste.
Fericii fctorii de pace
Secolul meu are buzele murdare,
pteaz vorbele profeilor.
Nu pentru mult timp
Cerurile las lumina s zboare.

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The call

What kind of call deforms

the millenary mummys face?
It is deaths call, calling
the eternity from the depths of the sky.
It is the call
of pietrified bones.
The white teeth remind
of the death chained in Creation.
Let her free in the desert of Carantanea,
Where Christs spirit will destroy her.
No one could hear that righteous mans prayer
asleep in the dust!
A dove flies away from the dome of the church
surrounded by light. It is Eternity,
Bringing joy to the man of the third millennium.

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Strigtul

Ce strigt desfigureaz
faa mumiei milenare?
Este strigtul morii, cheam
Eternitatea din adncurile cerului.
Este chemarea
oaselor pietrificate.
Dinii albi amintesc
moartea ncarcerat-n creaie.
Lsai-o s plece-n pustiul Carantanei,
Unde Duhul lui Hristos o va ucide.
Nimeni nu aude rugmintea dreptului
adormit n rn!
Din turla bisericii zboar un porumbel
inundat de lumin. Este Eternitatea,
Aduce bucurie omului mileniului trei.

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The silence

The Unknown troubles the silence

of the virginal forest ,
The silence of bitter thoughts.
Chains carved in the forest,
Imaginary memories.
The secret of Mount Sinai understood by Moses.
The silence of the trapped millennium,
the hermit lost in his prayer.

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Tcerea

Necunoscutul frmnt linitea

pdurii virgine ,
Tcerea gndurilor amare.
Lanuri dltuite-n codru,
Amintiri imaginare.
Taina Muntelui Sinai neleas de Moise.
Tcerea mileniului ncarcerat,
sihastrul rtcit n rugciune.

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Cuprins
Cincisprezece ani..............................................................4
I have spoken......................................................................6
Am vorbit...........................................................................7
Eternity...............................................................................8
Eternitate............................................................................9
Wounded...........................................................................10
Rnit.................................................................................11
The sign............................................................................12
Semnul..............................................................................13
Close.................................................................................14
Aproape............................................................................15
Brought together by angels..............................................16
Unit de ngeri..................................................................17
The shadow......................................................................18
Umbra...............................................................................19
The fruit............................................................................20
Rodul................................................................................21
I shall cry!........................................................................22
Voi plnge!.......................................................................23
The soul............................................................................24
Sufletul.............................................................................25
Creator Elohim,................................................................26
Creatorule-Elohim,...........................................................27
Every hour........................................................................28
Fiecare ceas......................................................................29
I still remain.....................................................................30
Rmn..............................................................................31
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At Chedar river.................................................................32
La rul Chedar..................................................................33
The walls of Jerusalem.....................................................34
Zidurile Ierusalimului.......................................................35
The path of repentance.....................................................36
Drumul cinei..................................................................37
Sorrows............................................................................38
ntristri............................................................................39
The purple........................................................................40
Purpura.............................................................................41
The comfort......................................................................42
Mngierea.......................................................................43
The voice of psalmreading...............................................44
Glasul psalmodierii..........................................................45
Evening guard..................................................................46
Veghea de sear................................................................47
Eternal beauty...................................................................48
Frumuseea etern............................................................49
Mystical inspiration..........................................................50
Iluminarea mistic............................................................51
Angels diadem.................................................................52
Diadema ngerilor.............................................................53
The logos..........................................................................54
Logosul.............................................................................55
Soul..............................................................................56
Sufletul.............................................................................57
You rest........................................................................58
Te odihneti..................................................................59
My century.......................................................................60
Secolul meu......................................................................61

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The call.............................................................................62
Strigtul........................................................................63
The silence.......................................................................64
Tcerea.............................................................................65

* Coperta IV (explicaie): Vezi Jean de la Croix, Posies, Edit. GF

Flammarion, Paris, 1993, p. 105.

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DE ACELAI AUTOR*:
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MRTURISIREA bildungsroman, 2001.
URCUURI APOFATICE ALE MINII, 2001.
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ORTODOXIA, AMFORA PATRIARHULUI IACOV, 2003.
BALADA METERULUI MANOLE INTERPRETAT AUTENTIC, 2003.
CNTAREA CNTRILOR, 2004.
NUNTA DIN CANA, 2004.
TEATRU, 2004.
POMUL VIEII, 2005.
BIBLIOGRAFIE VETERO-TESTAMENTAR..., 2005.
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EVREII AU PRIMIT PE HRISTOS, 2006.
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PMNT I CENU, 2007.
FAMILIA DE MINE / DEMAIN LA FAMILLE, trad., 2008.
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Dur Leon: Nationalitatea, Nationality Belge.

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