Implacably flows the times
stimulated by the dumb waves
From the eternal source
to the absolute spaces

Implacably our life
appeared at random
It flows into river of light
to an unknown target

Implacably flows the destiny
on the equals forms
Changing them into shadows of the vicinity
of the dreams

Implacably our longing
is falling down into the ridiculous
Offering to the miracle of the world
the provisional character

Implacably the mind thought
is building up theorems
Hoping that well find out
the supreme certain

Mihail Buricea