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FRAGMENT FROM A STORY

-< CHAPTER 5 >-

-< "THE ENTRANCE OF THE TEMPLE" >-

Near the ancients pillars
Made from stone
The silhouette of a monk,is seen;
He is alone..
A sun beam
Between the pillars
Was seen;
The white of the stone
In the contrast,
With one who stands alone..
The monk,indeed,
Is one alone
Who's not alone
By abstract..
He stands unmoved near the pillars of stone..
The time is no time anymore,is gone..
Ones that need to see the 8 children,
Come to the Temple..
The monk,leads them,
Is their guide,
In the labirynth..
Also,he's the gate-keeper
Of the Temple..
His eyes are brown,but dark..
He is the seeker..
What importance has its age?
He has no age..
There,is no invented time..
Are the lands of Abstract,the other side..
The monk is old,
But still young..
His body,is old
Because of the earthly years..
His soul is strong,
Because of the past's tears..
His heart is young,indeed,
And loves the children..
And the children,are loved
And their need,is always:
To love,to be loved..
And they love,
They are loved..
The Temple is their home..
There,inside the castle,
An ancient temple;
The 8 children are there,
Near their home..
The monk,is not their father,
It is just a ghost..
A ghost that stays near the pillars of stone,.
There is no time,is somewhere,lost..
And he,is part of that time,nowadays,alive
He was..
Now,is dead..he is a ghost..
But there,where is no time,
He lives..
He stay and watch the sunrise,
Waits the children,to go..
To go there,playing hide-and-seek,to laugh,to smile..
"Where are you,children?" he ask them,
"Where u are hiding?Let me know"..he ask them..
The children's garden is somewhere,
There,
Where is that wonderfull place,
In which the sun smile,at sunrise..
The moon smiles at sunset..
There,the horses have arrived,,
The pilgrims came to search for Justice..
The fate,decided..

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ROMANIAN VERSION

FRAGMENT DINTR-O POVESTE

-< CAPITOLUL 5 >-

-< "INTRAREA TEMPLULUI" >-

Langa stalpii antici
Facuti din piatra
Silueta unui calugar,este observata;
El este singur..
O raza de soare
Dintre stalpi
S-a vazut;
Album pietrei
In contrast,
Cu cel ce se insingureaza..
Calugarul,intr-adevar,
Este unul singur
Ce nu e singur
Prin abstract..
El sta nemiscat langa stalpii de piatra..
Timpul nu mai este timp,e dus..
Cei ce au nevoie sa vada cei 8 copii,
Vin catre Templu..
Calugarul,ii conduce,
Este ghidul lor,
In labirint..
De asemenea,el este paznicul pragului
Templului..
Ochii sai sunt caprui,dar intunecati..
El este cautatorul..
Ce importanta are varsta sa?
El nu are varsta..
Acolo,nu e timp inventat..
Sunt taramurile Abstractului,cele de dincolo..
Calugarul e batran,
Dar inca tanar..
Corpul sau,e imbatranit
Datorita anilor omenesti..
Sufletul sau e puternic,
Datorita lacrimilor trecutului..
Inima sa este tanara,intr-adevar,
Si iubeste copiii..
Iara copiii sunt iubiti
Si nevoia lor,e intotdeauna:
Sa iubeasca,sa fie iubiti..
Iar ei iubesc,
Ei sunt iubiti..
Templul este casa lor..
Acolo,inlauntrul castelului,
Un templu antic;
Cei 8 copii sunt acolo,
Langa casa lor..
Calugarul,nu e tatal lor,
E doar o fantoma..
O fantoma ce salasluieste langa stalpii de piatra,.
Acolo nu e timp,caci el este undeva,pierdut..
Iar el,este parte a timpului,deunazi,in viata
El a fost..
Acum,e mort..el este o fantoma..
Dar acolo,unde nu-i timp,
El traieste..
Sta si priveste rasaritul,
Asteapta copiii,sa plece..
Sa plece acolo,jucandu-se de-a v-ati ascunselea,sa rada,sa zambeasca..
"Unde sunteti,copii?" ii intreaba,
"Unde va ascundeti?Instiintati-ma"..le spune..
Gradina copiilor e undeva,
Acolo,
Unde e locul ala minunat,
In care soarele zambeste,la rasarit..
Luna zambeste la asfintit..
Acolo,caii au sosit,,
Pelerinii venit-au sa caute Dreptatea..
Destinul,a decis..

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