My Romania / My Romania
Romania
my name is ancient and deeply Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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things are said and people are living legends of miraculous
each day.
Here where I live, everyone has different color
And everything smells so strong
So that you move up the soul of the place. Country
that mine is an end and a beginning
light and dark shadow of the day looking,
a place hidden in the forests and mountains,
is the dream that I wake up in the morning and wisdom
haystacks, peasant smile
years worked with the hands, spring fruit
cruelty,
mist over the green fields, infinite,
water we drink and
me her story. My Romania
are all things I will not disappear suddenly
beauty and ugliness,
without which my soul dies, and the world
mea saraceste si doare.
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My Romania is deep and old, its talk miraculous
and people live legends every day.
Here, where I live, the world is coloured
and things smell so strongly
that it takes your breath away.
This country of mine is an end and a start
light and darkness altogether
looking for the shade,
a place hidden between mountains and woods,
the dream waking me up in the morning
and the wisdom of haystacks rising up the hills.
it is the smile of the peasant woman,
unknown and silent but happy,
the raw taste of summer fruits,
the fog riding those endless fields of wheat and maize,
that haze,
the water i drink and its story within me.
My Romania
is made of all those things i don't want to slip away and miss,
the beauty and the beast,
that which keeps my still
keeps me wondering
keeps me on the track of myself, my world, my dreams.
(Maia Macut, 2006)
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