Maria Magdalena Biela
Maria Magdalena Biela Poems
The Empty Room
I stood silently watching the room
it was my last time there.
My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom
that was too hard to bear.
With heavy heart I swallowed my tears
while I was held and kissed.
I knew that after all those years
I'll miss and I'll be missed.
An empty room was quizzing me:
'How much do you remember? '
I saw myself through memory
until this last November.
How many children did I raise?
How many minds I've lightened?
I was a teacher all my days
and I was never...
Dorul / Longing
Setos iti beau mireasma si-ti cuprind obrajii
cu palmele-amândoua, cum cuprinzi
în suflet o minune.
Ne arde-apropierea, ochi în ochi cum stam.
Si totusi tu-mi soptesti: 'Mi-asa de dor de tine! '
Asa de tainic tu mi-o spui si dornic, parc-as fi
pribeag pe-un alt pamânt.