Winter Quotograph… snow and skies

 

 

Ridic ochii și zăresc… un mic infinit, univers alb-albastru, arzând strălucitor,
aproape, dar de neatins
deși…
dacă privesc îndeajuns de mult, mă aude și coboară, oglindindu-și tăcut harta
sub pașii mei

 

I raise my eyes and I see… a small infinity, white-and-blue universe burning bright
close, but untouchable
though…
if I gaze long enough, it hears me and descends, quietly mirroring its map
under my steps 

 

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

 

Albul zăpezii aduce liniște. O liniște în care se pot auzi anii. Zilele…
Le cuprinde pe toate… tainic, ocrotitor, parcă oprindu-le timpul. Mantie de tăcere și vis.

 

The snow’s whiteness  brings silence. One in which we can hear the years. The days… 
It envelops things secretly, protectively, as if freezing their time. Mantle of quiet and dream.

 

“On a cold winter day even the snow needs the touch of the sun!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan