SELF- PORTRAIT
I am the seagull
whose wings have been
broken.
I am the frail leaf
snatched by the gust.
I am the hour
that’s already wasted,
I am a dream
that belongs to the
past.
I am the foreseer
that people mock at,
Or the guitar
that has no more
strings,
I’m the dried well
that won’t quench the thirst,
I am the jester
scorned by the kings.
I’m not the bright rainbow
that shines after
storms,
Or the swift eagle
high up in the sky.
I'm not the oak tree
defying the time.
I am just a drifter
reluctant to die !
And here is the Romanian version of my same poem:
AUTOPORTRET
Sunt pescarusul
cu-aripile frante
Sunt frunza frageda
smulsa de vant
Sunt ora care-i deja irosita
Sunt doar un vis ce-a
ramas in trecut.
Sunt clarvazatorul de
care toti rad
Sau chitara lipsita
de strune
Sunt o fantana secata de mult
Sunt clovnul trist care nu stie glume.
Nu-s curcubeul sclipind dupa ploaie,
Condorul care se-avanta spre cer
Nu sunt stejarul
sfidand cursul vremii
Ci un hoinar nevrand
inca sa pier.
