A keresés eredménye

The undead

You didn't die! Your perfume is still lingering in the room
It has spread as if you just left me now, and on top
Of the sofa, your embroidery remains unfinished
And the piece you were playing is opened on the piano.
 
On my table, your photograph as always
Looking at me with her calm glance,
And it's not the wind, but you who leaves
The door ajar to enter when the night comes.
 
You didn't die. You are everywhere and inside everything:
In the of dropping of the rose leaves, in the sigh of the wind,
In the clouds that turn golden as soon as the day is over
And even at nights, I feel you lying next to me..
 
You didn't die. It doesn't matter if the months are passing by:
That's when the dead die, when they are forgotten!
 

Life

Some times, as it was getting darker in our room,
The pale face clinging to my embrace
And with a gloomy look directed at me
''Will you forget me'', you would ask ''my dear, when I die?''
 
I wouldn't reply. My sobs were drowning my voice,
And I would hug your weak body tight
As if I wanted to keep you alive against
the Reaper, or if I couldn't, go with you. 1
 
Because you were my whole life, its joy and purpose,
And as much as I would look back at the past
I couldn't see, I couldn't feel anyone else close to me.
 
It seemed impossible to me to live without you.
And now that you've left me, with horror I reflect
My dear, on how I'm getting used to your death.
 

• 1. Or if I couldn't (I wanted to) go with you