Brigitte Schane

“someone was singing
and he was alone.
for us, you wrote yourself
in small letters
so we wouldn’t know.

from the bitterness of blood,
from the nights of the eagles,
that music began,
but we couldn’t hear it.

the grapes are calling
their wine,
the stranger. (...)”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cină

“așteaptă-mă cântând!
dacă-ai venit la cină
dezleagă-ți câinii toți
răstoarnă-l în cer vinul
pentru stihiile albe
ale strugurilor (...)”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cină

“When I first met you
A thousand songs ago
I didn't know that you were
So many sunrises away.

(from the book "The Void that Reflects Your Beauty")”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu

“Tears turned into colors before being wept,
An innocent rain in wild growth,
Speaking a language
That you'll understand someday, late.”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, The Void That Reflects Your Beauty