Drobeta Turnu Severin The overtime town

I saw the Danube, old and blue,

the pavements guarded by magnolias,

The Roses Park sparkling with color,

the monasteries hidden among cascades of verdure,

God’s Bridge, curved in earth.

My eyes closed,

I saw the land from the caves,

the burst of color and scents in the Lila Forest.

Beyond the buildings which remind us lost times,

the hard towers,

the ruins full of history,

the image of the Danube mixing with the sky seen from the Control Tower at

the Iron Gates,

there is still present a mixture of old and new,

of color and shadow,

of sound and silence,

of spirits kept in statues.

It’s useless to try to fill with words the beauty of these places!

It’s useless to color the green with the nuances which have enchanted our eyes and souls.

We have the beauty of having lived them and of being able to render them to you.