Romania is in mourning. <br />A princess of Romanian folk died <br />A few hours ago. <br />There will be many trees on this land <br />Without the forest <br />And other cords of the guitars, <br />And some kind of vibration, maybe more pleasant, <br />But there will never be another Tatiana <br />Impeccable Stepa, ineluctable Stepa, irresistible Stepa. <br />Because she could let her love <br />Trickle into our souls, <br />Until all her songs on the altar of praise were laid, <br />Until today, when our eyes are glittered <br />From the reflection of our tears... <br />Her extraordinary talent melted our hearts... <br /> <br />And step by step, <br />Ab initio Stepa, ab ovo Stepa <br /> <br />She sang all her songs to us, <br />But she was the most beautiful sound <br />We have ever heard. <br />And she could make us squeal with delight. <br />The more beautiful we became just after hearing her songs. <br />And if we learned to exist as part of Earth <br />When only love could keep us together, <br />It was because <br />She lived to teach us how to live. <br /> <br />Pro tempore and in esse <br />Tatiana Stepa died.<br /><br />Marieta Maglas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-princess-of-romanian-folk-died/
