Dorin Popa writes

lines forgotten among old barrels
 
I was so ashamed
of my love
that I would hide
in deep cellars
behind some old barrel
whimpering quietly
lest someone found out
about the charm
that had seized me
out of the blue
without, at least,
allowing me
to hold my breath

now, after having stumbled
through my life
without understanding it
now I can offer you
the letter then unwritten
now I can, in nostalgia’s mirrors
look at you
straight in the eyes
 
Wine Cellar -- Lubomir Korenko