Flavia Cosma

LEAVES OF A DIARY XXX

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I fall into sleep as in another world,

Subterranean or extraterrestrial,

A world with foreign laws and customs,

With mysterious temples and hills.

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Strange things are happening there

But they don't astonish us in the least.

On the streets we meet with unknown throngs,

Who we feel we have seen before

In our day-to-day life.

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And out of the blue

The miracle should happen,

O, if we'd regain

The keys to the tall gates,

We'd keep them open between sleep and watchfulness,

We would understand everything, all at once,

The past,

And the future,

Wandering time and the vastness;

Leisurely and wise

We'd sate ourselves

On a tree of bitter, ripened fruit.

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