Not a star - Grigore Vieru

Not a star is poor

As long as it is seen

Not a nation being needy

As long as it has a song, a speech.

Sonnet 5 - Dumitru Crudu

I set some water to boil

didn’t have anything to put in it

I was all alone in the house

the water slowly evaporating

an old man - Alexandru Vakulovski

an old man

paralysed on one side

of his body

is carrying

a bucket to the bin

End and Repeat - Alexandru Vakulovski

the road stretches ahead
like a piece of paper
burnt at one end

I am - Grigore Vieru

I am the apple tree that rises
With shiny fruit toward the stars,
While down below a leper scratches
Against its trunk his ugly scars.

In Your Language - Grigore Vieru

Everybody giggles
In the same old language,
Everybody whimpers
In the same old tongue.