Mihai Brinas Poems

the memory
is wandering who knows where
fearing the truth
tearing itself away from me
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have not hidden my eyes
from any sunrise
i hide my eyes
every sunset instead
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the tightrope walker on a wire
today is the train
never to arrive
to its destination
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he has taken a chisel
and carved with it
the casing of a tree
a hollow remained
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when silence abandons it
the pain held in captivity
escapes from confinement
all over the body
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personal thoughts
transmitted to others by writing
are the seeds
that taken
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in my left hand
a drop of rain has dripped
there a crystal flower
has grown
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from your lips
you kindly drop a smile
while falling
it draws feelings
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the birds get high in the sky
where nobody
can see them
how they get drunk
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the poet used to go
to the beach
every morning
the curious people asked him
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