TRANDAFIR SIMPETRU THE PROLIFIC, DEDICATED POET FROM ROMANIA


 

Trandafir Sîmpetru, was born on April 19 in the commune of Jirlău in Brăila county

- Author 42 books of poetry
- President of WORLD ACADEMY LITERATURE
- President of WORLD POETS ASSOCIATION

-Director of the Liric graph Romania Publishing House

-Director Grai Romanesc, PLATFORM for literature, art and poetry

-President of the World Meeting of Romanian Poets

-Senator of the Word of Union Poets

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "Ada Merini,, Italy

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "Voice of poets,, Italy

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "CITTA 'DEL GALATEO,, Italy

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "Maidan,, Serbia

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "DIVINE WOMAN,, Serbia

-Winner of the KIBATEC FESTIVAL from Izmir, Turkey

-Winner of the FESTIVAL "HRISTO BOTEV from Bulgaria 

amongst others

- Winner of over 70 international awards


POEMS BY TRANDAFIR SIMPETRU


When…

Beloved, 

when you’re coming trembling

while you’re approaching me with the nightingale smile

with the fear of the lightning from the heights,

when you’re stepping in my dreams on your knees,

when you’re begging and pleading,

while my indifference is broken towards the walls,

when your illusion is gone,

when your joy is cast away,

when it has been given to you

the life of the one who will be no more,

then… you are walking on the other pathway,

alone… the other one remains just here…



Signs


For you, my beloved,

one blank page has remained,

like a boundless deserve 

where tropical winds write its own signs 

not being able to comprehend

how we are fleeing away from the suffering 

how we are looking for the momentum 

without its contour, shapelessl

while on the edge of the world

I cannot hear itsfootsteps


Is the woman who cannot come?

Could be the night which is waiting for me

One blank page has remained for me,

large as an ocean shore… on which

an anxious flash vision has just passed.



I Am Telling You


Honey, I am telling you,

My days are wasted on the roads,

I have been looking for you among words,

the solstice comes and spreads out its snows

between our loves…


And you…. You keep waiting for me…

But I am not coming back…

The night carries coldness and silences.

How the wind is blowing on the shore

on which I have remained!...


Closer and closer,

thesea’s somber bell has been tossing

and you are calling me with your earth’s words

to the place where you can ask me to arrive,

andthe moment I am able to reach,

I shall kneel again inside your blue eyes.


Ohhh… how the wind blows on the cold coast!

 

 

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