Aabye's Baby
SINGING IN THE RAIN
for Marin Sorescu

The fingers of the rain are tapping at the windows
Many times I send my thought ahead
to examine the landscape
and then to wait for me as for a dog.

The fingers of the rain are tapping at the windows
I can't sing anymore
I can't manage the words
neither the flower
nor the car
nor the oxencart.
I can't manage to can

And the fingers of the rain are lapping at the windows
They are taking
my eyes away
through the glass
for a walk
Come on, my darling and clean into myself.

FLORENTIN SMARANDACHE
translated by the author from Romanian
Florentin Florentin Smarandache was born in Valcea, Romania 1954. In the 1980s he set up the Paradoxist Literary Movement. He is a polymath and has published over eighty books in literature (poetry, dramas, novel, essays, short stories, translations, diary), arts (his outer-art), rebus, philosophy (neutrosophy as a generalisation of dialectics), mathematics (see the Smarandache algebraic structures and Smarandache geometries), quantum physics, engineering and cybernetics (information fusion). Another poem can be found on The Zimmerzine Archive. The Aabye's Baby Archive
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Florentin Smarandache, 1999
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