Ai fi vrut sa cauti urmele in pamantul inca umed, dar te-au oprit urmele ei atent lasate in sufletul tau... Ai fi vrut sa stingi lumanarea pentru a nu mai vedea ce se intampla in juru-ti, dar ardea abia vazuta speranta ta neprihanita... Ai fi vrut sa strigi la ultima pasare ce a brazdat cerul neajutorat inainte de asfintit, dar a strigat constiinta-ti la norul de fum geometric ce ti s-a asternut in mintea-ti... Ai fi vrut sa simti acea rece suflare de vant, dar n-ai atins decat suflarea ei lasata in graba pe umarul hainei tale... Ai fi vrut sa intinzi mana ca sa opresti un strop de ploaie, dar ti s-a intins peste paru-ti o albeata tarzie...Ai fi vrut sa mai traiesti, caci n-a simtit decat materia din tine, dar sufletu-ti nu mai traia...
You wished you had looked for the footprints left in the wet ground, but the footprints she left in your heart stopped you... You wished you had blown the candle so you couldn't see everything around you, but your immaculate hope was still burning quiet... You wished you had screamed at the last bird that crossed the dying sky before the sunset, but your conscience yelled at the geometric cloud that shadowed your mind... You wished you had felt that cold wind, but you barely touched her life breath left patiently on your cloth's shoulder...You wished you had extended your hand to stop that raindrop, but your hair became whiter and whiter... You wished you had lived more, 'cause only your body lived for you, but your soul was dying...
