Plotunul din vis/ The Moose from the Dream

El iese întotdeauna
din lemnul vechi al mobilei,
nu știu de ce.

Pentru o clipă ține în palmele coarnelor
cerul întreg.

Apoi se sting și dispar,
el și cerul.

He always comes out
from the old wood of the furniture,
I do not know why.

For a moment, he holds in the palms of his horns
the whole sky.

Then they fade and disappear,
he and the sky.

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