Cercul în care alerg ca şi cum nu există.
Este zi şi noapte ziua şi noaptea
interminabila ultimă sută de metri
voinţa de a te lăsa siluit de regulile ei
As I run round in non-existing circles
day and night, day in day out
the last endless one hundred yards
determined to allow oneself being put to the test by the rules
with one’s shadow running distorted
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The poplar rages gusts of wind against my window,
Alas, it can no longer our ancient tongue avenge.
As a fakir, whose act to mesmerize is over,
The most docile of cobras now seeks to take revenge.
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