DAVIDE TRAME

Present Silence

What have you left on the beach
that makes you look back feeling incomplete?
The clear view at the east with even the mountains,
the stormy, friendly clouds
with that full metal blue
that’s almost a taste in your mouth.
That feeling of a vast breathing,
the emerald shivers from the horizon
running down.
The sea of yourself, unattainable,
lost at each breath,
brushing the present silence
of your steps.

Angela Craescu

Davide Trame

Linistea de acum

Oare ce ai lasat pe plaja, de te face
sa te uiti în urma si sa te simti incompleta?
Privelistea clara de la rasarit chiar si cu muntii,
norii de furtuna, prietenosi,
cu albastrul acela metalic,
aproape ca o simti ca un gust.
Senzatia aceea de respiratie vasta,
smaraldul tremura dinspre orizont
in jos.
Marea ta, inaccesibila,
pierduta la fiecare respiratie,
atinge usor linistea pasilor tai
acum.