{"id":29927,"date":"2017-05-13T05:59:44","date_gmt":"2017-05-13T05:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=29927"},"modified":"2017-05-13T05:59:44","modified_gmt":"2017-05-13T05:59:44","slug":"violeta-ionescu-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/05\/13\/violeta-ionescu-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Violeta Ionescu: Poduri lirice – Poetical bridges (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Violeta Ionescu s-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1946, \u00een Gala\u0163i, Rom\u00e2nia, unde locuie\u015fte \u015fi \u00een prezent. A lucrat ca asistent pediatru \u00een S\u0103n\u0103tate, apoi ca redactor la cotidianul Via\u0163a liber\u0103, Gala\u0163i, p\u00e2n\u0103 la pensionare. Director-editor la editurile: Galathea (1991) \u015fi Phoebus (2006- p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent). Public\u0103 articole, reportaje, interviuri, cronici de carte, poezii, proz\u0103, din 1983 \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een prezent \u00een diferite ziare, reviste, colec\u0163ii \u015fi site-uri din Rom\u00e2nia.<\/p>\n

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Violeta a scris poezie, a c\u00e2ntat la pian \u015fi a pictat din timpul adolescen\u0163ei. A fost un membru activ al cenaclului \u201e\u015etefan Petic\u0103\u201d din Gala\u0163i, a participat \u015fi a ob\u0163inut premii la diferite concursuri na\u0163ionale de poezie. Debuteaz\u0103 \u00een 1990 cu romanul Legendele nu se scufund\u0103, dup\u0103 care alte 5 c\u0103r\u0163i (proz\u0103 scurt\u0103, romane istorice, memorii \u015fi versuri) v\u0103d lumina tiparului. De asemenea, Violeta a publicat \u00een colaborare \u015fase c\u0103r\u0163i cu tematic\u0103 divers\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen 2013 public\u0103 prima sa carte de versuri \u201eOglinzi\u201d, \u00een colaborare cu Valentina Teclici. \u00cen acela\u015fi an public\u0103 volumul de versuri \u201ePerpetuum nobile\u201d care are coper\u0163ile ilustrate cu una din picturile sale. Violeta are doi fii, dou\u0103 nurori \u015fi o nepoat\u0103. Are patru pisici, pe care le r\u0103sfa\u0163\u0103 \u015fi, uneori, le c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een versurile sale.Violeta comenteaz\u0103: \u201ePoezia pentru mine este… ca o rug\u0103ciune. M\u0103 rog la cer s\u0103-mi dea soare, la flori s\u0103-mi dea frumuse\u0163e, la p\u0103m\u00e2nt s\u0103-mi dea roade, la pisicile mele s\u0103-mi dea c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u015fi dragoste, ca s\u0103 am la r\u00e2ndul meu ce oferi celorlal\u0163i.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Violeta Ionescu was born in 1946 in Gala\u0163i, Romania, where she currently lives. She worked as a paediatric nurse, then as an editor of the daily newspaper Free Life, Gala\u0163i, until retirement. Director-editor at publishing houses: Galathea (1991) and Phoebus (2006 to present). She publishes articles, reports, interviews, book reviews, poetry, prose, from 1983 to present in various newspapers, magazines, collections, and websites in Romania.<\/p>\n

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Violeta wrote poetry, played piano and painted from adolescence. She has been an active member of the literary group “\u015etefan Petic\u0103” in Gala\u0163i, participated and won awards in various national competitions of poetry. In 1990, she published her first book, the novel Legends never sink, then she published 5 more books (short stories, historical novels, memoirs and poetry). Violeta is also co-author of six books with different themes.<\/p>\n

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She published her first book of poems Mirrors in collaboration with Valentina Teclici, in 2013. In the same year, she published the book of poems Perpetuum noble which has both covers illustrated with one of her paintings. Violeta has two sons, two daughters-in-law and a grand- daughter. She has four cats and she spoils them and sometimes sings to them her poems. Violeta comments: \u2018Poetry is for me… like a prayer. I pray to heaven to give me sunshine, to flowers to give me beauty, to earth to give me abundance and to my cats to give me warmth and love so I have this to give back to others.\u2019<\/p>\n

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POEM \u00ceN MORSE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mai mult dec\u00e2t poemul e\u2026<\/p>\n

Punct punct punct<\/p>\n

linie linie linie<\/p>\n

punct punct punct\u2026<\/p>\n

Un Morse b\u0103tut de soart\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd toate cuvintele sar pe fereastr\u0103<\/p>\n

De la etajul Kilimanjaro<\/p>\n

Se rostogolesc<\/p>\n

Furioase \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri<\/p>\n

Se decanteaz\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015ei nimeni nu vine<\/p>\n

Dec\u00e2t mult prea t\u00e2rziu<\/p>\n

S\u0103 le bea vinul.<\/p>\n

Te \u00eentreb c\u00e2nd e mai bine<\/p>\n

S\u0103 purt\u0103m costum de scafandru:<\/p>\n

\u00cen zi de s\u0103rb\u0103toare<\/p>\n

Sau \u00een fiecare zi?<\/p>\n

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\u015ei-mi zici:<\/p>\n

C\u00e2t timp p\u0103m\u00e2ntul nu cunoa\u015fte<\/p>\n

Eveniment mai sublim ca na\u015fterea<\/p>\n

Unui poem<\/p>\n

\u015ei eveniment mai banal ca na\u015fterea<\/p>\n

Unui poem,<\/p>\n

E totuna.<\/p>\n

(Perpetuum Nobile, Editura AXIS LIBRI, Gala\u0163i, 2013)<\/p>\n

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POEM IN MORSE<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

More than the poem is…<\/em><\/p>\n

Dot dot dot dot<\/em><\/p>\n

dash dash dash<\/em><\/p>\n

dot dot dot…<\/em><\/p>\n

A beaten Morse <\/em><\/p>\n

When all words are jumping out the window<\/em><\/p>\n

From Kilimanjaro floor<\/em><\/p>\n

Rolling angrily<\/em><\/p>\n

Into the deep <\/em><\/p>\n

Setting<\/em><\/p>\n

And no one ever comes <\/em><\/p>\n

But far too late <\/em><\/p>\n

To drink their wine.<\/em><\/p>\n

I ask you when it is better<\/em><\/p>\n

To wear a diving suit: <\/em><\/p>\n

On a special day <\/em><\/p>\n

Or every day?<\/em><\/p>\n

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

And you say to me: <\/em><\/p>\n

As long as the Earth doesn\u2019t know<\/em><\/p>\n

An occasion more beautiful than the birth<\/em><\/p>\n

Of a poem<\/em><\/p>\n

Or an occasion more trivial than the birth<\/em><\/p>\n

Of a poem, <\/em><\/p>\n

It’s all the same.<\/em><\/p>\n

(Perpetuum Nobile, AXIS LIBRI Publishing House, Gala\u0163i, 2013)<\/em><\/p>\n

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SEPTEMBRIE DE FRUNZ\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

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De ce te str\u00e2ngi \u00een mine<\/p>\n

Ca arborele \u00een s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163\u0103?<\/p>\n

Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103-\u0163i culeg \u00eenserarea<\/p>\n

S-o ascund sub ferigile umede<\/p>\n

S\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez al\u0103turi<\/p>\n

\u015ei s-o privesc.<\/p>\n

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Septembrie de umbr\u0103, acum chiar vii<\/p>\n

Te strecori pe sub u\u015f\u0103<\/p>\n

Tocmai c\u00e2nd \u00eenchisesem ochii<\/p>\n

Vii cu bra\u0163ele pline de petale<\/p>\n

Albe de fluturi \u015fi-mi spui:<\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 le lipim<\/p>\n

Dou\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Septembrie de cea\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

Opre\u015fte-m\u0103 c\u00e2nd de prea grea amiaz\u0103<\/p>\n

Voi migra.<\/p>\n

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Romeo \u015fi Julieta<\/p>\n

Manon Lescaut \u015fi Des Grieux<\/p>\n

Daphnis \u015fi Cloe<\/p>\n

Nu sunt dec\u00e2t simple pove\u015fti<\/p>\n

Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 dragostea noastr\u0103 despre care<\/p>\n

Nu se va scrie niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n

(Perpetuum Nobile, Editura AXIS LIBRI, Gala\u0163i, 2013)<\/p>\n

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SEPTEMBER OF LEAF<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Why do you snuggle inside me<\/em><\/p>\n

Like the tree in its seed?<\/em><\/p>\n

Let me pick your sunset<\/em><\/p>\n

And hide it underneath wet ferns<\/em><\/p>\n

And sit beside it<\/em><\/p>\n

And watch it.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

September of shadow,<\/em><\/p>\n

You are now coming<\/em><\/p>\n

Sneaking under the door<\/em><\/p>\n

Just as I was closing my eyes.<\/em><\/p>\n

You come with your arms full of <\/em><\/p>\n

White petals of butterflies and you tell me:<\/em><\/p>\n

Let\u2019s glue them together<\/em><\/p>\n

Two by two.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

September of fog<\/em><\/p>\n

Stop me when, because of the too tough afternoon <\/em><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll migrate <\/em><\/p>\n

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

Romeo and Juliet <\/em><\/p>\n

Manon Lescaut and Des Grieux <\/em><\/p>\n

Daphnis and Cloe<\/em><\/p>\n

Are only simple stories<\/em><\/p>\n

Comparing to our love <\/em><\/p>\n

Which no one will write of. <\/em><\/p>\n

(Perpetuum Nobile, AXIS LIBRI Publishing House, Gala\u0163i, 2013)<\/em><\/p>\n

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E\u015eTI TU ORI SUNT EU?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E\u015fti tu ori sunt eu<\/p>\n

La geamul f\u0103r\u0103 asem\u0103nare?<\/p>\n

Graurii vin diminea\u0163a \u015fi beau<\/p>\n

Ploaie din pumnii mei<\/p>\n

Seara se-ntorc \u015fi adorm \u00een aer<\/p>\n

Cu ciocul rezemat de umerii t\u0103i.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd ninge la mine<\/p>\n

La tine plou\u0103 cu trandafiri<\/p>\n

E aceea\u015fi, s\u0103 \u015ftii,<\/p>\n

Pref\u0103cut\u0103, trecut\u0103 ninsoare<\/p>\n

Prin geamul acesta desp\u0103r\u0163itor<\/p>\n

\u015ei f\u0103r\u0103 de asem\u0103nare.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd la tine e zi<\/p>\n

La mine se pare c\u0103-i noapte<\/p>\n

Deodat\u0103 ne trezim c\u0103 suntem<\/p>\n

V\u0103duvite de c\u00e2teva meridiane<\/p>\n

Facem semne, se pare c\u0103 ne \u015fi auzim<\/p>\n

Unde e magica limit\u0103?<\/p>\n

Nisipul viscole\u015fte \u00een jurul nostru<\/p>\n

Secundele se surp\u0103<\/p>\n

Cad unele-ntr-altele<\/p>\n

Cineva \u00eentoarce clepsidra.<\/p>\n

Chiar e adev\u0103rat c\u0103 la tine e soare?<\/p>\n

Sunt tu ori e\u015fti eu<\/p>\n

Cea care atinge acum cu privirea<\/p>\n

Un geam sau ceva asem\u0103n\u0103tor?<\/p>\n

(Oglinzi, coautor Valentina Teclici, Editura Oscar Print, Bucure\u015fti, 2013)<\/p>\n

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IS IT YOU OR ME ?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Is it you or me<\/em><\/p>\n

Sitting at the window of no resemblance?<\/em><\/p>\n

Starlings come in the morning<\/em><\/p>\n

And drink rain from my palms.<\/em><\/p>\n

In the evening, they go back and fall asleep in the air<\/em><\/p>\n

With their beaks leaning against your shoulders.<\/em><\/p>\n

When it snows at my place,<\/em><\/p>\n

It rains roses at yours.<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the same one, you know<\/em><\/p>\n

That unreal snow<\/em><\/p>\n

That went through this separating window<\/em><\/p>\n

That has no resemblance.<\/em><\/p>\n

When it\u2019s daytime where you are<\/em><\/p>\n

It seems night-time where I am<\/em><\/p>\n

Suddenly we wake up <\/em><\/p>\n

Robbed by several meridians.<\/em><\/p>\n

We wave, and it seems we can hear one another.<\/em><\/p>\n

Where is the magic boundary?<\/em><\/p>\n

The sand storms around us. <\/em><\/p>\n

Seconds crack <\/em><\/p>\n

And fall one into the other<\/em><\/p>\n

Someone turns the hourglass<\/em><\/p>\n

Is it really true that there is sunshine where you are?<\/em><\/p>\n

Is it you or me<\/em><\/p>\n

The one who is touching with their eyesight<\/em><\/p>\n

A window or something similar?<\/em><\/p>\n

(Mirrors, co-author Valentina Teclici, Oscar Print Publishing House, Bucharest, 2013)<\/em><\/p>\n

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