Prologue, poem about birth of « Înălţarea- Assomption »

To Master « le Barde » (one of my first Masters)falls

« The chronicler:
We enter the word, we enter the setting of the play.
The name – shipwreck of the soul, battlefield,
a victory we all celebrate.
The word – the country to which we will return
after aging.

This morning is knocking on her door called tomorrow,
what follows is the remembrance.
The mountains tremble and the vast waters boil,
his girlfriend drops anchor at the master, the present.

I evoke the time when you can’t live
and time remains a cluster among many other clusters.
I stand still and forget the beginning,
I keep the seal that locks the fountain of the soul.

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My parents live secluded in me, in my stone.
In my troupe the present cries out
and sometimes the present sentences to live.
The horse leaves me every year,
only my mind and measure remain.

What I give birth to, I forget,
thus the masculine force pushes the limit of the world.
When I breathe, I refresh the color of life,
I announce the promise of the noble flowering,
for I have a well with a thousand songs.

There is no chance in the light of where I come from.
I sow the seed of the impossible fruit:
the fable without beginning and without end is shown.
It bites in history only in the middle, only in the middle.
The verb « to be » untouched by evil and good is rooted
– one learns before becoming destiny -
and agrees to be used again.

The mountains quake and boil the vast waters,
times will soon change,
because « She », the chosen one of her fate,
she dropped anchor to the present, The Master. »