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LOVING IN THE TIME LEFT                           IUBIND CÂT NE-A R MAS



                                                                                                                                                                                                                I felt quick sands under my feet                  Mi s-a p rut c  fuge de sub mine
                                                                                                                                                                                                                The smile in the dream vanished                   P mântul  i tot zâmbetul din vis,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                When you were silent, gone towards zenith         Când ai t cut, plecând sub z ri str ine,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Crushed under love's bow promised.                Strivit de arcul dragostei promis.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                The suite of butterflies up on the hill just seemed  Mi s-a p rut c  st  s  se dezic
                                                                                                                                                                                                                To fade into the distance                         Alaiul fluturilor de pe deal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Alas, my throbbing heart felt unredeemed           i inima p rea, pulsând, prea mic ,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Facing the tumult  of our existence               Pentru tumultul ce venea în val.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                This year, cherry trees are just a burden         Mi s-au p rut cire ii o corvoad ,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                (and that is when they are divine!)               ( i tocmai anul  sta sunt divini !)
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Seconds are ticking by, though i'm not certain    Secundele p reau din cer s  cad ,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Hopes growing underneath their trunks – a sign.   Speran ele cre teau de sub tulpini.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                I thought i saw you cross my path                 Mi s-a p rut c  mi-ai ie it în cale
                                                                                                                                                                                                                To spend an hour with me like two boughs cleft    S  m  petreci sub bolta unui ceas,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                And so meets life's compass                       S -ntâmpin m aceste st ri letale
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Living while loving in the time left               i s  tr im iubind cât ne-a r mas.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                @Camelia Florescu – România                       @Camelia Florescu – România
















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