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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