CAZAND CLIPOCIND-FELL RIPPLING

• Despre locul acesta intunecat,nu povesteste nimeni,cum ca Ielele frumoasele au alunecat,zdrelindu-si picioarele si mainile.Ca niste cuvinte pierdute,Ielele frumoasele au alunecat in fantana.Dinspre zori,sosira niste zvonuri din adancul Padurii,cum ca Fiara ar fi ascuns legile Pamantului,tocmai printre fibrele parfumate din lemnul cumpenei. Ascunsa printre pietrele ascutite  ale stancilor ,Fiara a fluierat in noapte a pustiu,pentru pelerina cenusie,tesuta de spiridusi, cazuta ca o camasa rupta,in golul din Abis,purtand cuvintele, din Lege,ratacite, in buzunarul de volbura al Aminei,zana care poarta rugaciunile.Ca niste lilieci in noapte s-au asezat cuvintele,cazand,cu palpairi argintii de licurici,pe fibra lemnului de nuc,leganandu-se usor,pana la caderea zorilor,cand Ielele frumoasele,murmurand sagalnic,s-au intors acasa,coborand,ca niste petale de mar,pe cumpana fantanii.Cand Orfida s-a asezat,cuvintele legii,fermecate de tandretea ei,au cazut clipocind ca niste smaralde,in apa cristalina a izvorului din fantana.Soapte pierdute,ramase la urma,risipitu-s-au atunci,ca vartejuri de frunze si flori de fag,armindeni rosii-aurii,asezati ca lacrimi la radacina copacilor,invartejindu-se,risipindu-se,adunandu-se,ca niste petale de maci,sangerand usor,indragostiti de apusul soarelui.Cu priviri ricosand ca fulgere peste geana Cerului,Remifica s-a asezat la picioarele Asurei,mangaind,cu pletele-i de smarald,cureaua argintie a frumoaselor ei sandale.Caroflora si-a acoperit,in graba,fruntea,razand,ca o copila,ingenunchind,in tacere langa Ona,in pridvor,acoperind,cu voalu-i caramiziu,trupul plapand al Lacrimei,gingasa ca o petala atinsa usor de prospetimea aerului puternic al zorilor.Uite asa facura Ielele frumoasele,cel mai fermecator ritual,in cautarea pierdutelor cuvinte ,invrednicind cu Timpul,tacuta povara a Intunericului,a Fiarei,in asteptarea solilor Luminii din Curcubeu,adunand Anotimpurile,Abisul si Adancul,in fratie-ngemanti,ca un ecou,un pod de vestejite frunze,chemand,in taina,curgerea in sus,a Izvorului din Munte,candela alba,oglindita in trecere,ca un string,adunand intr-un puternic vartej,soaptele undelor din ape si din aer.Primesc cu bucurie suflarea diminetii,adierea zefirului printre copaci.Durerea din genunchi s-a risipit,transformandu-se in crestaturi,pe peretii stancilor,in soaptele rugaciunii de inceput,pe care Lacrima a rastalmacit-o,cand au cazut  cuvintele,ca niste smaralde,clipocind in apa de izvor.
• About this dark place,no one say,as the Beautiful Elves have slipped,graze her hands and feet.Like lost words,Beautiful Elves slid well.From dawn arrival rumors of deep Forest,such as Beast,concealed laws of Earth,just one perfume fibres from wood well sweep.Hidden among the rocks sharp stones,beast,a whistle in the night,the desert,for the gray cloak,woven by goblins,fallen like a torn shirt,the void abyss, bearing the words,the law misguided,in the pocket of the swelling of Amina, fairy,wearing prayers.Words were placed in night like bats,falling with silver flashing of fireflies,walnut wood fiber,bouncing slightly to fall dawn,when,murmuring mischievous,Beautiful Elves returned home going dawn,like petals of apple,the sweep fountain.When Orfida sat,words of law enchanted by her tenderness,fell rippling,like emeralds,crystal water,the spring of the fountain.Lost whispers ,remaining after all,were scattered then,like swirls of leaves and flowers of beech,red-gold maypole,like tears sitting at the root of the trees,the whirl,be scattered,gathering,as a poppy petals,bleeding easily,love the sun.With eyes bouncing off like lightning,over eyelash Heaven,Remifica settled,the Asure feet,caressing,with emerald hair,her beautiful silver straps sandals.Caroflora,covered in a hurry his forehead,laughing as a child kneeling,in silence,near Ona,in porch,covering,with her scarlet veil,feebly body of Tear,delicate as a petal,easily reached the fresh strong air of the morning.Look it,Beautiful Elves They made the most charming ritual,looking from lost words of the law,not to be lost,like orphans,in many directions,the world,worthy with time,quiet burden of Darkness,the Beast,waiting messengers Light the Rainbow,picking seasons,and deep abyss,in brotherhood intertwined,like an echo,a bridge of whitered leaves,calling,in secret,flow-up spring from the Mountain,white lamp,mirror,in passing,as a atring,gathering,in a powerful whirlpool,whispering waves of water and air.Receive with joy,morning breath zephyr breeze through the trees.Knees pain was wasted,turning into notches on the rock walls,in whispers prayer,the beginning,that Tear has distorted words when they fell,like emeralds,rippling in the water of spring.