by Constanţa Buzea (b. 1941)
"You believe in illnessin weariness for good You forget to breatheYou don't move You wait for the pain it comes You watch it intentlyas from the abyss of a halland it looks for your eyes The room lurkingsighs in your stead You feel drowsyyou rise you riseyou slowly enter the sky." "Every woman has got something to hide the tear of an abandoned fiancé the shadow of a manan idealan earthen urna ficusshedding leaves she gatherswhose twigs she shakes with her handon windless days."(PILGRIMAGE 20)
by Constanţa Buzea (b. 1941)
by Constanţa Buzea (b. 1941)