DAVIDE TRAME

Present Silence

What have you left on the beach
that makes you look back feeling incomplete?
The clear view at the east with even the mountains,
the stormy, friendly clouds
with that full metal blue
that’s almost a taste in your mouth.
That feeling of a vast breathing,
the emerald shivers from the horizon
running down.
The sea of yourself, unattainable,
lost at each breath,
brushing the present silence
of your steps.

Roxana  Monica Mandrican

Davide Trame

Tacerea de acum

Ce ai lasat pe plaja
De privesti in urma neampacat?
Privelistea senina din est si muntii,
Norii gri, inofensivi
cu albastrul lor metallic
al cariu gust aproape ca il simti pe buze
adierea lina a brizei,
tremurul de smarald ce din zare
coboara.
Marea din sufletul tau, intangibila,
cu fiece suflare risipita,
destramand tacerea de acum
a pasilor tai.