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Ioan Cojocariu
22h ·
The last poem tonight
It’s dedicated … to my friend
The writer … ARDELEAN CORNEL GHEORGHE
HONOR … AND … JUSTICE
Storms … always hit you,
With your bare chest you faced them.
In the world … they called you … “strangers”!
And your writing … they didn’t pay attention.
Not even the roller … what threw them down,
From your writing … it never stopped you.
Today … thoughts are … read in the big world,
You became their favorite poet.
There were enough ghosts around you …
And the darkness wanted to suffocate you.
Not even the words around were full …
I wanted … with fear in my soul to be able to penetrate you.
Faith in God … took them away … all,
Nothing … from what was bad … didn’t kill you.
One life you fought only for freedom …
And often a “NO” … was their answer.
I know … whole nights and days … you worshiped love …
This … love … of wonderful people.
You searched in vain for happiness …
But she … went … only to the rich.
Through thoughts … you shared light.
You gave of yourself … the best.
You’re … the man who wants a life … more serene.
And with pain … you come ,, THE HORNS _… to say the word “goodbye”!
Don’t be sad … we will all follow you in a hurry …
But you leave behind … ,, a monument_
Un.A.C.G. … what’s wrong … any drama,
Of a human life … as a document.
12.07.20.
Ora.16.37.
Spain.
With this poem I end this evening wishing you all a good night.


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