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Elena Otilia, 46 years old, is participating in the 6th International Literary Creation Competition, from Bucharest, Romania. We are grateful for the participation and wish her success.
Tears of purple pearls
Purple beads were falling down my neck
Big and round, rolling on the carpet
Black mascara smudging all over my cheeks
And the lipstick stretching like a snake around my mouth
The nail polish had also popped off like enamel from a sun-beaten seashell
And the ring, the diamond ring hung glittering on the hand drained beside the bed
A sweet stroke was sliding on the white silk like a sleepy seagull
And the stars, yes the stars could be seen through the organza curtain
How long have we been like this? I asked
Since forever, you answered.
Or maybe it was just the whisper of a wave
And the rock was still, all covered in green moss
The clock struck midnight for the thousandth time
I wanted to put my foot in the glass slipper
But I was so tired and I couldn’t get it
And I ran, I ran so barefoot on the hot, slippery sand
You called me again
and your cry was as low as a flapping of wings
Or like a Sunday prayer in front of the icon
You called me, but I went away.
I left without looking back
The sun was seconds from rising from the sea
bathed in purple light
I left you the path marked with big round purple beads
Like my tears.
It often happens inside of me
It often happens inside of me
right now
it's ... like a wave, like a smoke,
like a mild fire
like an ash
It's like this, pretty much like this,
like a pray
I don't know
how to say...
sometimes I melt
I wake up
from too deep a sleep
it feels like I’m sitting, it feels like I’m flying
like I’m swimming
I drain, I drip
over your perfect body
and I am so,
I don't know
like a flow
or somehow
I don't really know
other times I think I fall asleep
but I don't really sleep
I have my eyes closed
but I seem to see you
and I seem to sip you
and I seem to like you
It’s like you taste good
I don't even know
how to tell you, so…
It often
happens inside of me
to want you and I wait for you
and even though it's hard to tell you how
It happens inside of me
It happens now!
I was born on a summer’s day
I was born by chance
a happy accident, of course!
My mother was out for a walk.
but that doesn't bother me
I must have been deliriously happy
for a moment.
The sun is still smiling at me.
and today the sea breeze
warmly surprises me
for yes, I was born
on a summer's day
I was born with happiness
the happiness of the whole world
That's how they all rejoice
when a happy child is born
I had chubby cheeks
long black curls
And I was ready for love
Everybody around loved me
from parents to
to the most distant relatives
And I never felt, I swear to you
how winding the ways of life are
for I was born
by a happy chance
It was hot, it was summer
I was already gone on my own
on my feet
I was born on a summer's day
warm, pleasant, friendly
it was day, morning or maybe evening
I felt loved and beautiful
like a savory story
of a summer's love
And after all this time, I tell you,
when it's summer, I love to love...