at times I was leaving
shuddering on the brink of loneliness
wailing loud
between crevasses
wearing the words sewn to my mouth
only dry syllables
drooping on shoulders
the shadows of grief

the sea flows
against common sense
between you and the sky
opposing traverses
liquefied
rolling over
in the pockets of memory

clandestine travels
detach themselves
aborting the hope

I was leaving
with all seas behind me
hidden under clothing
of non-spring...



(Translated by Luminita Suse)