"Learning the order of magnitude of the human spirit and consequently dealing with its complexity is art." -Vera
RONA POEMS is a new mix of Romanian and English poetry. On this blog I post the latest poems inspired by my latest muses.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The AIDS Ballad

Laid on the beach,
Shiny and blue
You asked me
To take care of your things
And to stare at you...

Your eyes like two stones,
Your words like the knives
Shunted my veins
And petrified my arms;

Your beauty dispersed in the waves
Blindingly lightened the sky;
Above the sun and the clouds
You made me whisper: "Oh my!"

Weak like a willow
I told you the truth
About my inexistent past,
About my burnt out youth...

My heart is all that I have left alive
Believe me! I said;
And so's the love I could wrap you in
With my pure blood
Drained just for you on the sand...

I'm not the generalized dirt
That you heard about on TV;
I'm not a cheap flirt
Without a heart beating in me.

I can prove you right now
That you were so wrong
And I can sing, in return,
The most beautiful song...

But, defeated by doubts,
And confused by the news,
You put your hat on your eyebrows
And my soul you broke loose...

Quietly you ran away like a breeze
Without even kissing my sorrow;
Leaving on my blanket
Two sea drops and an arrow...

Needles and pins I felt in my breasts
And a hole of broken love in my chest;
My body and brain stretched on the beach
Sipping your bygone steps, each,
And wondering how a human being could
Fight the global lies with her tears;
How could she fight with her infinitesimal power
Countless stolen lives and millions of years?

- to beautiful Stephan from Hamburg
02.11.2010

I wrote this poem for Stephan - a beautiful German that I met on the beach in Golden Sands -Bulgaria and who, after a brief chat, suspected me of having AIDS.

This is a fine example how the American propaganda can destroy a beautiful potential relationship.

In the same manner it most likely destroyed billions of lives with the deceitful news they keep launching and, above all, with the poverty they cast over countless nations which die without hope.

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