Play in your room the mandolin tonight
Painting the air with aurora borealis’ verses
When arabesque designs awake my soul
The shining sound the time reverses.
Play in the streets your mandolin tonight
Into the touching of the cords your love for me
The beatings of my heart will choreograph the scenes
Making the aurora australis never flee.
When you are done, come to my room
We can unmake the bed, and lie in silence still
Immersed into the sounds of astral mandolins
Watching hermetic lovers dancing the quadrille.
Give me the power to endure
The wind that’s blowing from the oceans
Its colors mixing earth and sky
With magical, erotic potions.
Give me the power to surrender
To violent, burning rain of kisses
Under forgotten constellations
To understand what your soul misses.
finally now when I’m leaving,
Give me the power to survive
The pain of Mary Magdalene
In the three days of agony
Before the playing of last scene.
Come with me to the Mediterranean
The highway of ancient world
For in the silence of its eye
Still lives the infinite of number Pi.
Climb with me the Mount Parnassus
In fall when Dionysus’ priestess will arrive
Their souls immersed in subterranean desires
Into the burgundy of wine, let’s dive.
Metamorphose me into Cleopatra
The tragic queen of pyramids and lust
Just for one night,
And when the dawn will break
The innocence of our love recast.
Come, red carnations stain the sheets
And candles flicker in the heavy silver
Red wine is breathing in the crystal glasses
Fine lace is flowing in the alcoves like a river.
Come, watch the shadows playing on the wall
When aromatic air is resting on the pillows
The Siamese is pouring in her basket
And bowls are filled with reddish tamarillo.
Now, please, don’t move, the cat is sleeping
And dreams of guarding pharaoh’s tomb.
Don’t talk, you’re here just to listen
The jacaranda’s magic bloom!
How many mid-nights
Did we spend together
Watching Eros playing dice?
How many mid-nights
Did we pantomime the echoes
Of the Verona lovers’ cries?
And tell me now because you love me
How many mid-nights will we spend
Immersed in scintillating moons
And poisoned by the jasmine scent?
Painter: Constantin Canache. The work belongs to the author of this blog.