Marriage as a granary where
our feelings and innocence are sheltered
where we fly each time like invisible angels
over the city and location of work,
where crickets are heard every summer night
here poppies burn even at night
hotter and more blessed
than on any field in love with the sun,
that is the meeting place of our souls,
where it is always spring-summer,
a place where the pen and the eyes of the boss
do not reach us
it is the castle of our happiness

English translation by Luminita Suse
Copyright © 2010 Marinela Preoteasa