Now of all times, now of all times,now that I love her the best,now of all times I've betrayed her.Now of all times, now of all times,now that she cares for me more than ever,now of all times I've obscured her.Now of all times, now of all times,now that she's thinking of me,I am pursing my lips.Now of all times, now of all times,now that she's fairest of all in the world of my stars,I go blind.Now of all times, now of all times,now that I'm sensing her gracepenetrating each wall of the city,I go deaf.Now of all times, now of all times,now that I feel she is longing for me,I'm offending my friends,No longer able to stand my own longing for her.Now of all times, now of all times,Now that she's ironing, all for my sake,her checkered dress,here I sit and rub oil into javelinsto cast them at eagles and beasts.Now of all times, now of all times,when I ought to have beensuffused with affectionate gallops,I expand into dreamsbecause I'm afraid of just being happy.Now of all times, now of all timeswhen she scintillates with the light of her heart,I'm reading about all them novasand stars that exploded, I stretch myself flat, as long as the longest street in the city,and I asphalt myself, and put on heavy and put on heavy snowfalls and ice, and put on heavy snowfalls and ice,mostly ice, to be fair,mostly ice, mostly ice,so that she, my most precious and holy,may slip as she walks byand fall and hurt her anklewhich, Lord, I've been longing to kiss all this time.For after all,who's bold enough to kiss an ankleunless it goes limping?!mostly ice, to be fair,mostly ice, mostly ice,so that she, my most precious and holy,may slip as she walks byand fall and hurt her anklewhich, Lord, I've been longing to kiss all this time.For after all,who's bold enough to kiss an ankleunless it goes limping?!and put on heavy snowfalls and ice,mostly ice, to be fair,mostly ice, mostly ice,so that she, my most precious and holy,may slip as she walks byand fall and hurt her anklewhich, Lord, I've been longing to kiss all this time.For after all,who's bold enough to kiss an ankleunless it goes limping?!
by Nichita Stănescu (1933-1983)
