When nobody
Asks of anybody,
The only place
Where
Dreams wish of
Taking shape
Is
Rotary.
This
Is the only place
You feel
On the your shoulders
And under the soles
Budding.
This
Is the only place
Where,
You no longer feel
Like you’re alone
In the middle of the street
(From THE ONLY PLACE (Poems for Rotary), By George Băicoianu. Translated by Michaela Elisabeta Udrişte.)