In loving memory
By Horatiu Grif
You came into this world screaming, my Alexandru.
That primal yell continued to echo throughout your days. Always seeking.
Even the clouded skies are silent now, on your passing. They do not mourn, no! In reverence they welcome you into their domain.
Romania is ever young, ever old. You saw great conflicts ebb and flow around you. The greatest struggle was always within, always internal.
You are gone now (moved on, that is, beyond our senses), but your grand contribution in the Krimean tradition will sing through any age that may come.
Yes, even if our valley should fall again into illogical darkness, your firm axioms will shine through: Beacons of greater knowledge, beacons of ancient tradition. Beacons of eternal Krim!
You left this world in silence, my Alexandru.
Go on, now. To Elysium, to Valhalla, to the Vale Migdale. All arms, for you, are open.
Majahi na-majahi. Majahi ha-mare, Majahi Livare!