Ziua Culturii Nationale

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Trecut-au anii…

Trecut-au anii ca nori lungi pe şesuri
Şi niciodată n-or să vie iară,
Căci nu mă-ncântă azi cum mă mişcară
Poveşti şi doine, ghicitori, eresuri,

Ce fruntea-mi de copil o-nseninară,
Abia-nţelese, pline de-nţelesuri –
Cu-a tale umbre azi în van mă-mpesuri,
O, ceas al tainei, asfinţit de sară.

Să smulg un sunet din trecutul vieţii,
Să fac, o, suflet, ca din nou să tremuri
Cu mâna mea în van pe liră lunec;

Pierdut e totu-n zarea tinereţii
Şi mută-i gura dulce-a altor vremuri,
Iar timpul creşte-n urma mea… mă-ntunec

Mihai Eminescu

Years have trailed past…

Years have trailed past like clouds over a country,
And they’ll never return, for they’re gone forever,
And I no longer enjoy such light endeavour
As the magic of folk songs or the land of faery

Which as a child filled me with wonder,
Not quite understood yet meaning so much to me,
And now these shadows try to recapture me
In this hour of mystery, this twilight hour.

These trembling fingers touch the strings in vain
To find the right notes from the fading memory
Of youth, so that my soul can vibrate again.

Everything’s disappeared from the horizon of that distant plain
And you can no longer hear the voice of past harmony.
Behind me time gathers . . . and I darken!

Mihai Eminescu

Nasterea Domnului Isus

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Christmas Prayer
O sweet Child of Bethlehem,
grant that we may share with all our hearts
in this profound mystery of Christmas.
Put into the hearts of men and women this peace
for which they sometimes seek so desperately,
and which You alone can give them.
Help them to know one another better,
and to live as brothers and sisters,
children of the same Father.
Awaken in their hearts
love and gratitude for Your infinite goodness.
Join them all together in Your love.
And give them Your heavenly peace. Amen.
(Pope John XXIII)