"Hear the waves rise and fall – memento twilight – the cradle is rocking lonelinesses cricket-heart forgotten in the grasssmall fear – barely startling– the blood falls in the arteries The shells of snails inhabited by the windfootsteps on inner stairs – we resume chats, palaversboredoms how cold it is all of a suddenin the silence! Listen to the cricket-heartOn stone stairs– the amphitheater without a show and an audience – the beacon sweeps the voidin the tribunes – at sea."
by Florenţa Albu (b. 1934)