PHOEBE

Today I want to write the story of my life,

an amalgam of fairy-tales

colourful

so titanesque in deeds

as Heracles.

The stories rolled onto by Apollo

sitting in the shadow of a pine,

among the bows

sheltered under mantles,

and then punched

with coat of arms of rhymes.

I do not want to brag any of my victories,

I’m not a Prometheus,

(for Gods are guarding),

under sleeping travelling notes.

Today I want to be myself

like Nefertiti!

...

...and now I’m writing the story of my life

with Phoebe...

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Written by Băţmîndru Lucia

Translated by Romulus Florian ADAM