{"id":29839,"date":"2017-05-02T17:37:37","date_gmt":"2017-05-02T17:37:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29839"},"modified":"2017-05-02T17:37:37","modified_gmt":"2017-05-02T17:37:37","slug":"monica-savulescu-voudouri-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/05\/02\/monica-savulescu-voudouri-poduri-lirice-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Monica S\u0103vulescu Voudouri: Poduri lirice (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Monica S\u0103vulescu Voudouri s-a n\u0103scut la Gala\u0163i \u00een 1942. Liceul l-a f\u0103cut la Cluj, a absolvit Filosofia la Universitatea din Bucure\u015fti \u015fi tot aici \u015fi-a sus\u0163inut, \u00een 1974, doctoratul \u00een filosofie. \u00cen 1985 a emigrat \u00een Olanda, iar din 2007 tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een Grecia, la Atena. \u00cen ultimii 20 de ani, a lucrat ca sociolog \u00een centre europene de cercetare specializate \u00een socio-psihologia imigra\u0163iei.<\/p>\n

\n

Monica scrie poezie, proz\u0103, eseu, cronic\u0103 de teatru, studii de sociologie. De asemenea, traduce din literatura olandez\u0103. A publicat \u00een Rom\u00e2nia, Olanda, Grecia, Anglia, Peru etc. A luat c\u00e2teva premii literare \u00een Rom\u00e2nia \u015fi \u00een Olanda.<\/p>\n

\n

\u00cen ultimii ani i-au ap\u0103rut: \u201eFetele Nikas, \u00een lumina zilei mare \u015fi alb\u0103\u201d (roman, tradus \u00een c\u00e2teva limbi), \u201eV\u0103 scriu din Atena, \u00een anii crizei\u201d (povestiri), \u201eDac\u0103 treci podul Soweto\u201d (roman), \u201eCe nu \u015ftie un non-migrant\u201d (culegere de articole ap\u0103rute \u00een revista Cultura din Bucure\u015fti).<\/p>\n

\n

Este pre\u015fedinta Societ\u0103\u0163ii Culturale \u201eBalkania Contemporan\u0103\u201d din Atena, \u00eenfiin\u0163at\u0103 \u00een 2004. Este de asemenea membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia, din Olanda \u015fi din Belgia. \u00cen curs de apari\u0163ie, volumul de poezii \u201eAcolo, aici, pretutindeni, just people\u201d. Monica comenteaz\u0103: \u201ePentru mine, a scrie poezie \u00eenseamn\u0103 ca \u015fi literatura, \u00een general, o \u00eencercare, pe c\u00e2t posibil, de a-\u0163i \u00een\u0163elege destinul.\u201d<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

\u00a0Monica S\u0103vulescu Voudouri was born in Gala\u0163i in 1942. She went to high school in Cluj, and graduated Philosophy at University of Bucharest. In 1974, she obtained a PhD in Philosophy from the same university. She emigrated to the Netherlands in 1985 and now lives in Athens, Greece since 2007. Over the past twenty years she worked as a sociologist in European research centres specialized in socio-psychology of immigration.<\/p>\n

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Monica writes poetry, prose, essays, theatre critiques and sociology studies. She also translates from Dutch literature. She published her work in Romania, the Netherlands, Greece, England, Peru, etc. Her work received several literary awards in Romania and the Netherlands. In recent years, she has published: \u201eNikas Girls, in Large and White Daylight\u201d (novel, translated into several languages), \u201eI write from Athens during crisis years\u201d (stories), \u201eIf You Pass the Bridge Soweto\u201d (novel), \u201eWhat a Non-Migrant Doesn\u2019t Know?\u201d (collection of articles published in The Culture magazine in Bucharest).<\/p>\n

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She is the president of Balkania Contemporary Cultural Society of Athens, founded in 2004. She is also a member of the Writers\u2019 Union of Romania, the Netherlands and Belgium. She is about to publish the volume of poems \u201eThere, There, Everywhere, Just People\u201d. Monica comments: \u2018Writing poetry for me is like literature in general, an opportunity, where possible, to understand your destiny.\u2019<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n

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***.<\/p>\n

1.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\n

Umblu prin lume<\/p>\n

de la un cap\u0103t la altul,<\/p>\n

peste tot sunt acas\u0103,<\/p>\n

peste tot sunt str\u0103in\u0103<\/p>\n

\n

Tot mai mult\u00a0m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc<\/p>\n

\n

la b\u0103iatul acela, nazaritheanul,<\/p>\n

care sim\u0163ise \u015fi el<\/p>\n

c\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163ia pe care o c\u0103uta<\/p>\n

nu e pe lumea aceasta.<\/p>\n

\nDoar c\u0103 el apucase s\u0103 treac\u0103<\/p>\n

doar prin de\u015fert.<\/p>\n

\n

Dar dac\u0103 ar fi fost mai umblat?<\/p>\n

\n

N-ar fi \u00eencercat el s\u0103 scape<\/p>\n

dintre cei doi t\u00e2lhari?<\/p>\n

\n

Poate c\u0103 undeva, \u00een alt loc,<\/p>\n

\u015fi-ar fi g\u0103sit alt\u0103 cruce.<\/p>\n

\n

1.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

I am walking through the world<\/em><\/p>\n

from one end to the other,<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m at home everywhere,<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a foreigner everywhere.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

More and more I’m thinking <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

of that boy, the Nazarene, <\/em><\/p>\n

who also felt<\/em><\/p>\n

that the Kingdom he was looking for<\/em><\/p>\n

was not on this world.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

He had only managed to go<\/em><\/p>\n

through the desert.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nWhat if he would have travelled more?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Wouldn\u2019t he have tried to escape from<\/em><\/p>\n

the two robbers?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe somewhere, in a different place,<\/em><\/p>\n

he would have found a different cross.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

\n

2.<\/p>\n

<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n

Travers\u00e2nd via\u0163a,<\/p>\n

ca o c\u0103mil\u0103 de\u015fertul,<\/p>\n

\n

pas dup\u0103 pas,<\/p>\n

pas dup\u0103 pas.<\/p>\n

\nNimeni nu o \u00eentreab\u0103<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t e de obosit\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi nici ea nu d\u0103<\/p>\n

nici un semn de extenuare.<\/p>\n

\n

Pas dup\u0103 pas,<\/p>\n

pas dup\u0103 pas.<\/p>\n

ast\u0103zi ca ieri,<\/p>\n

\n

ieri ca alalt\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n

\n

P\u0103n\u0103-n clipa \u00een care<\/p>\n

cade-n genunchi<\/p>\n

\u015fi-\u015fi d\u0103 sufletul.<\/p>\n

\n

Cum a\u015fa!!!<\/p>\n

se aud murmure nemul\u0163umite<\/p>\n

\u00een caravan\u0103.<\/p>\n

\n

2.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m passing through life,<\/em><\/p>\n

like a camel in the desert,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

a step at a time,<\/em><\/p>\n

a step at a time.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nNo one asks her<\/em><\/p>\n

how tired she is <\/em><\/p>\n

and also she doesn\u2019t show<\/em><\/p>\n

any sign of exhaustion.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

A step at a time,<\/em><\/p>\n

a step at a time.<\/em><\/p>\n

today like yesterday,<\/em><\/p>\n


\nyesterday like the day before.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Until the moment when<\/em><\/p>\n

she falls to her knees<\/em><\/p>\n

and her soul passes away.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

How come!!! <\/em><\/p>\n

unhappy murmurs are heard<\/em><\/p>\n

in the caravan.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

\n

3.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\n

Sunt ca \u00een dansul grecesc,<\/p>\n

cu bra\u0163ele \u00een aer, cu un picior<\/p>\n

la c\u00e2teva palme deasupra p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-un echilibru precar,<\/p>\n

temporar,<\/p>\n

a\u015ftept\u00e2nd lovitura destinului.<\/p>\n

\nApoi,<\/p>\n

dansatorul se-apleac\u0103 brusc la p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

nu-ngenunchiaz\u0103,<\/p>\n

dar \u00ee\u015fi adun\u0103 puterile,<\/p>\n

ca s-o ia de la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n

\n

M\u0103 tem c\u0103 eu acest pas,<\/p>\n

urm\u0103tor,
\nn-am s\u0103 \u015ftiu s\u0103-l mai fac.<\/p>\n

\nC\u00e2ndva,<\/p>\n

undeva,<\/p>\n

am pierdut o m\u0103sur\u0103.<\/p>\n

\n

3.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019m like in the Greek dance, <\/em><\/p>\n

with my arms in the air, with one leg<\/em><\/p>\n

just a few palms above the ground<\/em><\/p>\n

in a precarious, temporary<\/em><\/p>\n

balance,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

waiting for my destiny\u2019s blow.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Then,<\/em><\/p>\n

the dancer, suddenly leans towards the ground,<\/em><\/p>\n

not kneeling,<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

but gathering strength<\/em><\/p>\n

to start again.<\/em><\/p>\n


\nI’m afraid that <\/em><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know how to take<\/em><\/p>\n

this step, the next one.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Sometime,<\/em><\/p>\n

somewhere,<\/em><\/p>\n

I lost a beat. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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