by Mihai Eminescu To the star in the sky risingIs such an utmost distanceThat its light has been travelingMillennia to reach us. Maybe it’s died since long agoIn the blue infinitude,Though it’s ray only by nowGlimmers on our latitude. The icon of the deceased starIs slowly climbing the night skies:Existing while invisible,Is gone when reachingContinue reading “La steaua /To the star”