POET. ILEANA PASCU

1.

My country

Here is my family’s nest Surrounded by woods and pastures

The echo of longing that breaks in the hills

The sun gliding through the valleys

Rolling lumps of gold

Over the fruits of the earth

The air that I breathe in the morning

Is the sweet and salty water

That weeps in the fall

It is blue sulfur water

It is black gold, oil

It’s the ballad that descends from the mountains

And the eagles that climb the ridges

Here is the muse from poetry It’s my oasis of peace

The place where

I received life

The echo of love vibrations Here, it’s home

Here, it’s my Romania.

2.

The Romanian language

Romanian speech, the sweetest on Earth

In the four horizons, is blawn away by the wind

The precious voice, of all languages

The smooth, melodious voice, comforting the souls

It is the thought of the morning, it is the dream of the night

It is the whispering cry of pain and longing

It is the voice of happiness and love on earth

It is what we have in the world, more precious and holier

Enescu’s violin resounds from the ridge of the mountains

Among lovers, lyrics by Eminescu

From the grandmother’s mouth, Creangă’s stories

However it was said, the language is dear to us

We say it with pathos, anywhere in the world

We carry it in our hearts, with a certain respect

The oldest, flawless

The Romanian language, mouths, is food for us

We wear it on our lips, wherever we go

Tickles the eardrum, joy overflows

As it is a legacy, we carry it forward

Sons of Romania, let them have a share!

3.

Stone in layers of the native village (OCNIȚA)

During the day and at night it shines brightly

The hill with the salt soaked forehead

The vegetation boldly carries it on its head

Drob crying in several streams

The earth is covered with black gold

What flows in the veins pumped from the depths

The meadow stretches along the entire perimeter

The sun heats old sands

Sulphurous waters paint the earth

And heals everything it touches

The salt water is caressed by the wind

A hand downhill to the sweet water

Syone în layers layered , strâng stand up

Whole platters of greens

With fruit trees and vines

He raises his face to the sun

Forests stand guard all around

Serpentines over hills and valleys

Steadfast masters from good and forefathers

Dividing the bread among his fellows.

4.

Precious treasure – Eminescu

He appeared on the world stage, a lover of his country

He wrote with water and earth, from sweet Romania

And his words, a rainbow over the whole world

In the webs of hope, caught in submission

Poet of immortality, Luceafar among the stars

The flight of pure love, through ephemeral longings

Whistling through the woods, Ballad singing

In the murmur of springs and gusts of wind

Love for the muse, under the linden flowers

His hidden love, dreaming of her eyes

With spring in the bag, a blade of grass sprouted

Buds of longing, with intertwined walnut flowers

He wrote pages of stories, over trembling leaves

In the middle of a dense forest, under the gentle rays of the sun

The blue flower gave it to the one who loved it beyond words

Watching her night after night, at the window, secretly

By the poplars without a husband, he walked, talking to himself

And he put all his love, in verse on paper

The sweet wonder, vibrant with longing

It is reflected in the moon and in the spring water.

5.

The artist – Constantin Brâncusi

From the chisel, you carve a poem

And row by row, you place an infinite

He recites to you … and yesterday and today and tomorrow

As long as the “kiss” under the “gate” passes

And the “sleeping muse” wakes up

And from the looks throw old verses

Whispered in French, from the romanesque Gorj

And a “bird in space” sings

The public garden in Târgu Jiu

Resound in four horizons…

He enchants Miss Pogary

A “head” and a “mistress” are resting

Under the sun’s rays, they shine in the dew

What endure – centuries fulfilling

“Princess X” remains unchanged

With chisel grinding, in wood and stone

In an endless column intertwining

Line by line…

With a dusty beard and artistry in his hands

With a beautiful soul and a wise mind

You have opened new roads, towards infinity

Past and future, in threshold

Looking at the “table of silence”

“The Thinker” and “the virtue of the earth”

Poem written by Ileana Pascu

6.

The same

Me, I wanted to stay me

When I came back from a fierce distance

With his body dispossessed of power

And time crammed into it

With furrowed rivers on the skin

And the weather changed to modern tabs

Me, I returned on the day of departure

I tried to build a puzzle

Of which, many pieces, were out for a walk

Me, I was trying to be myself

But the wind was not compatible either

Neither time, nor people, And neither the word.

7.

Love, wounded in the left shoulder

In the vague smile and in the bowed gaze

It hides love, kept deep

In the hot coat dressed

Intentionally wounded, in the left shoulder

I’m afraid, words to give you deeply

They are empty and sad and they didn’t understand

A single spark would have ignited

An entire universe would have collapsed

Barefoot, embraced by the wind

Walking lazily through thoughts and dreams

There will be sunshine in the soul, soon

Wasteful of love and promised words

The silence confuses and screams within us

Without thinking, rambling through words

Stifled emotions, condemnation on bare shoulders

Shrouded in the clear, stringing vows

Your eyes, staring in fury

Feelings stored in Trojans

He hid in his mind, full of letters

Which lie beautifully in poems

Mirror a tear, caught on his eyelashes

What does not slide, contrary to inertia

Moments and the moaning thought pass through her

In the burden of silence, in the forgiveness of arrogance

Love doesn’t joke, love doesn’t joke

Love is everything, nothing more tender

It’s the secret engraved on the edges of the moon

It’s all around, blooming beautifully!

8.

Hilarious

In your lost gaze

They are thorns, bunches.

Melt in the light of hope

And in the skin borrowed from my mother

Bleeding out transparently.

Astral map, printed on leaves

which that bleeds, nestled in the palm,

Redefining destiny.

Fine buds are caught in the whirlwind

Crossing the noisy valleys

Of unforgiving youth.

Then silence descends into the grass.

9.

The night between years

Much time has passed from this life

The hourglass drips slowly, the sand finely sifted

The clock, the seconds tick by the window

It seems that it has come and gone, the last sunset

He lit the fire in the distant horizon

Bunches of fireworks, the sky is studded

It lights up the dawn, the air, at night

The earth, of course, is loaded, cramped

In the night between years, the new one is baptized

The carolers, with datini, have arrived

The curtain of stars has settled over us

The new year is approaching, and the first sunrise!

10.

I hold your kiss în my palm

Trembling…

You enveloped me with the warmth of your soul

In the mornings of leaf rust

Time has compressed

In an eternal second

The shadow of your kisses

Run on the tangled paths

Leaving traces of longing

Feelings tattooed on the skin

The whisper in your eyes

It’s killing me slowly

Learning to be reborn

I close my eyes and place you under my eyelid

The thoughts pile up

In the rain of feelings

A tear makes its way

Over the rosy thought

Falling on the lower lip

You, sipping it hastily

I hold your kiss in my palm.

11.

She, the woman

From her life she gives life on earth

From her breast she feeds the infant

Sparks of love rise from the eyes

It brings happiness to our souls

She kneads the bread at home with his hands

She gathers us and serves us to the table

She comforts us on the wound that hurts

We always find solace in her

He learned so many trades

The world in four horizons traveled

She is hardworking, wise and reflects

Work for the children, for the house

The woman is strong, like a rock

It is the pearl of the deep sea

In the luster of which you are mirrored

Woman, how proud and beautiful you are

It is elegant in deeds and in words

Queen among blooming flowers

It is the love that is rooted in us

The main pillar of life for two.

12.

Chrysanthemums

At Cetate-n dawn

Endless colors

Big and small flowers

With sifted dew

In autumn blooming

Resistant over time

Beautiful face

Gifted with sunshine

On a holiday

With a Romance song

In chromatic life

Ragged petals

Of beloved women

Simple and beaten

Bigger smaller

And even fragrant

Until the frost falls

Poet.Ileana Pascu

13.

Earthquake

Dawn breaks in the rainbow

The earth boils deep down

A rush of air came instantly

To wake up the sleeping people

Tectonic plate movements at dawn

Throw the lava that the sun catches

Autumn shakes with shivers

Earth in trembling waves

So many transformations over time

And so much squeezed out of riches

The increasingly hard earth trampled on the face

He grits his teeth worriedly

And panic sets in the world

The earth shakes inside and out

He spits venom and fire and foams in waves

The earthquake – A sinister picture

14.

Three decades

Huge splashes of blue calm

It glides gently on the desolate soul

It washes on its way, our love

And renewed the thought transparent

Crystal goblets clink in the “cin cin”

Around the table we receive the divine blessing

Sharing the love with the best wine

Three decades we look into the distance

Waltzes the dry leaves

And the lightnings ignite the horizon

The wind is starting to cool

Autumn unleashes the rain

Kiss my eyes that seek your gaze

Cheeks flushed with memories

Flames burning and love in my heart

Watch between us, revelations

15.

I miss my mother

A year has passed, many will pass

A longing presses on my soul

It’s hard, like the stones in the mountains

That I can’t find you at home anymore

And this year you arrived

Where you raised me

Where on the threshold of the house

I gave you one last kiss

I mourn your trail through the yard

Screaming inside me… echoing…

I miss forehead caresses

You’re looking at me from a painting

You were an icon, my mother

I loved you like God

Without you, life is hard

And my soul is heavy

I feel your presence in the room

My mother with silver hair

I miss a scrambled egg

I miss, hugged to feel

I miss your kind words

To feel your gaze in my eyes

Of the flowers in the garden

From everything I’ve spent in my years

Little girls are coming to your door

Today, we also have grandchildren

You come and greet them with love

I know you missed them so much!

Come down from the sky, please

I want to ask you one more question

Why do mothers always die?

I miss giving you a hug!

16.

LIFE ITSELF IS AN ART

All art shines

It’s done with care

When you paint, you show the world

Emotion framed.

The dance – the music, receives

Biggest compliments.

The poem, it is the gala

It is chosen at leisure.

The theater is in the arena

Seriously or comedy

From life taking fragments

Turning them into eternity!

Poet Ileana Pascu – România

17.

High school years

If the bank could talk

How many scratches he endured

Impressions collected through notebooks-in poems

Since I sat in it

So many tender years, with so many dreams

The most beautiful, in the chest with compromises

Aparent dotate of floating among the stars

A pure flower, the adolescence of my life

Friends caught well in the covenant

Which lasts as long as a lifetime on earth

Memories kept alive in the heart

As we once lived them

There were good deeds and mischief

But time flew by

But, I kept it since we were children

The sweetness, the beauty of moments

We look into the soul with melancholy

The road paved with golden stones

And crystalline voices, from active hours

When teachers guided us in life

18.

February in Cartuja

The wind is cold this spring

Under the frost lie strawberry petals

With icy but fierce hands

Vain hopes I collect

In me bitterly sighs

The nation and a living dreams

Many times, I wander in silence

In silence, between hope and agony

In a hurry, some craters show

On the hand map, deep

All the power drips through the fingers

And hope falls to the knees

I wrote with blood ink

The impotence, the weakness, from chest

In peace and faith stable

Thinking in waves resound

Kissing the ground from his feet

Admiring purple horizons

Relief, it’s just the sunrise

And the breeze that goes through my locks

The storks in flocks are stirring

Screaming seagulls tear the sky

In the sand I bury the happy moment

Untied from now on, being the mystery.

19.

The blue wonder

Shivering, I keep watching

To the blue wonder

what cover up

accomplice,

All the commotion in me.

Thirsty, I go down

Over the stone body

And, hungry, I go up

To the fiery hair.

I wish I could live

But I’m suffocating

By the smell of your lips,

What covers my mouth

With an eternal kiss.

i would like to live

But I’m suffocating

Under the imprint

your body

Soldered, sweaty.

come see me

And kill me alive

Leaving in me

Just a shadow of life,

What are you waiting, i have appetite

Of a blue wonder…

20.

The blue in us

In foaming waves

You throw me mercilessly

The blue in us

The blue of the sea

And the blue in the sky

It shakes our mood

It leads us astray in the call.

The bohemian rebel

You look at the sky

I look at the ground

I see a dry leaf

How the rustle settles

Over a shadow of longing

Over the whispered word.

I draw over the lips

An outline of light

And under the hot skin

I put shivers and arrows

I put perfume in my eyes

i will tame

The anger in you.

21.

Boomerang

Ileana Pascu

The thrill that shines through your being

What persists in the soul is preserved

Love cannot be stopped

When the heart opens its door

From buds of hope forged

Behind I leave seconds of love

Engraved over seasons in obscurity

On the rusted autumn leaves

The vortex of love grabbed my hand

Bathed in the depths of the eyes

They looked at me tenderly, flashing

Leaving me longing and dear, on my heart

Love is as great as the time that has passed

Always shared and watched over

Honestly, nothing seems difficult

When happiness in your soul penetrated

And respect the one next to you

Like a boomerang thrown into the sky

What cuts the air, the light from the ether

It returns to you, with respect and love!

POET. ILEANA PASCU 

POET. ILEANA PASCU

POET.

ILEANA PASCU