
[The poem is a translation from Romanian, a poem published last century đ)) 1999, in a little book I called âsheâ. A beautiful dress of sadness dressing my body you saw. âSadness looks so beautiful on you!â smiling, you said. I wondered why. (Maybe too vulgar is the laughter or the day, the happiness too rare, so large the holes of fabric that my striped skin they reveal, its cuts and traces in my flesh: from birth to death the pain of loneliness.) I wonder why.] [Mashup lyrics:] A beautiful dress of sadness Dressing my body you saw âSadness looks so beautiful on youâ Smiling, you said âSadness looks so beautiful on youâ Smiling, you said I wondered why I wonder why Maybe too vulgar is the laughter or the day, or the day Maybe too vulgar is the laughter or the day the happiness too rare, too rare, too rare the happiness too rare so large the holes of fabric that my striped skin they reveal, its cuts and traces in my flesh: from birth to death the pain of loneliness I wondered why I wonder why âSadness looks so beautiful on youâ on you, on you âSadness looks so beautiful on youâ a beautiful dress of sadness dressing my body you saw from birth to death the pain of loneliness I wonder why I wondered why I wonder why

