Dumitru Matcovschi Poezii ⚡

Longing is not an illness. Longing is a root… The more you cut from the branch, the more the heart grows…

Ana looked up. The delegation from Chișinău was waiting in the yard, men in clean shirts and polished shoes, holding clipboards and pens. They knew the price of everything and the value of nothing that couldn’t be digitized. Dumitru Matcovschi Poezii

He handed her the book, opened to a different poem. She read the lines aloud: Longing is not an illness

“Dorul nu e o boală, Dorul e o rădăcină… Cu cât tai din creangă, Cu cât crește inima…” They knew the price of everything and the

Ana knew the poem. The well is not given away… The well remains… For without the well, we wander lost through the world…

“Fântâna nu se dă… Fântâna rămâne… Că fără de fântână Ne rătăcim prin lume…”