A hundred kisses
tried to squeeze
pressing them
all together
on your forehead.
But there was space
only for 99.
My tired lips,
Slipped.
Then.. sigh..
time also slipped
hour after hour,
until dawn
our mouths,
in sweet delight
Feasted.
O suta de saruturi
Am incercat sa-nghesui
pe fruntea ta cea larga.
Au intrat numai 99
Cand am ajuns la suta,
obosite, buzele-au alunecat.
Timpul a alunecat
si ora dupa ora
din noapte
pana la rasarit de soare
Cu dulce incantare
gurile noastre
s-au desfatat.
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