{"id":31149,"date":"2017-07-24T10:50:51","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T10:50:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31149"},"modified":"2017-07-24T10:50:51","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T10:50:51","slug":"valentina-teclici-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/24\/valentina-teclici-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Valentina Teclici: Poduri Lirice – Poetical Bridges (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Valentina Teclici s-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1952 \u00een Rom\u00e2nia. \u00cen 1999, a ob\u0163inut doctoratul \u00een sociologie la Universitatea din Bucure\u015fti, cu o tem\u0103 despre copiii str\u0103zii, prima lucrare cu acest subiect \u00een Rom\u00e2nia. Cartea ei de debut, \u201eDe la noi din gr\u0103dini\u0163\u0103\u201d, versuri, Editura Ion Creang\u0103, Bucure\u015fti, 1986 a ob\u0163inut un premiu na\u0163ional. Poezii \u015fi fragmente din crea\u0163ia ei pentru copii sunt incluse \u00een bibliografii \u015fi manuale \u015fcolare pentru \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntul primar \u015fi gimnazial din Rom\u00e2nia. Valentina a publicat \u00een rom\u00e2n\u0103, francez\u0103 \u015fi englez\u0103 14 c\u0103r\u0163i incluz\u00e2nd lucr\u0103ri de sociologie, versuri \u015fi povestiri pentru copii, poezie. Crea\u0163ia ei este inclus\u0103 \u00een dic\u0163ionare literare rom\u00e2ne\u015fti.<\/p>\n

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A publicat poezii \u00een numeroase reviste literare \u015fi antologii din Rom\u00e2nia \u015fi de asemenea \u00een antologia Vocile Israelului (2014) \u015fi \u00een revista societ\u0103\u0163ii de poezie a NZ, o linie fin\u0103 (2014, 2016). Valentina este membr\u0103 a Uniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia din 1993. S-a al\u0103turat Poe\u0163ilor \u00een Via\u0163\u0103 din Hawke\u2019s Bay \u00een 2013 \u015fi este de atunci o membr\u0103 activ\u0103. Valentina comenteaz\u0103: \u201ePoezia pentru mine este un mod spiritual de-a explora tainele sufletului \u015fi-ale g\u00e2ndului. O cale unic\u0103 de-a \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fi propriile fr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u0103ri, \u00eendoieli, \u00eentreb\u0103ri, revela\u0163ii, observa\u0163ii cu tine \u00eensu\u0163i, cu semenii \u015fi \u00eentregul Univers. Este nelini\u015fte, c\u0103utare, energie. Este tinere\u0163ea f\u0103r\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0163e.\u201d<\/em> Valentina locuie\u015fte cu so\u0163ul ei Robert Anderson \u00een \u00eensoritul Napier, din Noua Zeelandp, capitala Art Deco.<\/p>\n

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Valentina Teclici was born in Romania in 1952. In 1999, she obtained a PhD in Sociology from the University of Bucharest. The topic of her research was street children and it was the first paper published on this subject in Romania. Her debut book, From our Kindergarden, poems, Ion Creang\u0103 Publishing House, Bucharest, 1986, was awarded a national prize. Poems and excerpts from her creation for children are included in the bibliography and textbooks for primary and secondary education in Romania.<\/p>\n

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Valentina has published in Romanian, French and English 14 books including works of sociology, poetry and stories for children. Her creations are included in the Romanian literary dictionaries. She published numerous poems in literary magazines and anthologies in Romania and also in the anthology Voices of Israel (2014) and in the magazine of NZ Poetry Society, a fine line (2014, 2016). Valentina is a member of the Writers Union of Romania since 1993. She joined Hawke’s Bay Live Poets in 2013 and has been an active member since.<\/p>\n

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Valentina comments: \u2018Poetry for me is a spiritual way of exploring the mysteries of the soul and thought. A unique way to share personal struggles, doubts, questions, insights, observations to self, others and the entire universe. It is restlessness, search, energy. It is youth without old age.\u2019 Valentina lives with her husband Robert Anderson in sunny Napier, Art Deco Capital.<\/p>\n

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DE LA IMPOSIBIL LA POSIBIL <\/strong><\/p>\n

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E imposibil s\u0103 zbor cu tine, ai \u015foptit.<\/p>\n

Dore\u015fti prea mult albastru,<\/p>\n

Mult prea intens \u015fi prea departe,<\/p>\n

\u015ei nu pot prinde luna de pe cer<\/p>\n

Ca m\u00e2nzul, de c\u0103p\u0103stru.<\/p>\n

Inimile noastre locuiesc<\/p>\n

\u00cen emisfere separate.<\/p>\n

E\u015fti prea \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 \u00een mister.<\/p>\n

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Orice-i posibil, am \u015foptit<\/p>\n

Primind ecou din patru z\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

Zbur\u00e2nd pe-un m\u00e2nz albastru,<\/p>\n

Am plantat un fir de nuf\u0103r \u00een de\u015fert.<\/p>\n

Nisipul ro\u015fu, p\u00e2rguit de a\u015ftept\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

A l\u0103crimat ad\u00e2nc \u015fi-a ferecat<\/p>\n

Eternitatea \u00een g\u0103oacea unei oaze.<\/p>\n

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Ca o candel\u0103, nuf\u0103rul alb,<\/p>\n

Prin desferecate raze<\/p>\n

Lumineaz\u0103 potecile inimii<\/p>\n

De la imposibil la posibil.<\/p>\n

Sus, pe cer, \u00een albastru c\u0103p\u0103stru,<\/p>\n

Luna, nebunatic m\u00e2nz, danseaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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FROM IMPOSSIBLE TO POSSIBLE <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

It\u2019s impossible to fly with you, you whispered.<\/em><\/p>\n

You want too much blue,<\/em><\/p>\n

Too intense and far away.<\/em><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t catch the moon in the sky,<\/em><\/p>\n

Like a colt held on a bridle.<\/em><\/p>\n

Our souls live<\/em><\/p>\n

In different hemispheres,<\/em><\/p>\n

You are too mysterious.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Everything is possible, I whispered,<\/em><\/p>\n

Receiving an echo from four horizons.<\/em><\/p>\n

I flew away, on a blue colt<\/em><\/p>\n

And planted a water lily in the desert.<\/em><\/p>\n

The red sand, burnt of hopes,<\/em><\/p>\n

Burst into tears and trapped<\/em><\/p>\n

Eternity in the shell of an oasis.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

As a candela, the white water lily<\/em><\/p>\n

Ignites the path of hearts,<\/em><\/p>\n

Through free moonbeams<\/em><\/p>\n

From Impossible to Possible.<\/em><\/p>\n

Up, in the sky, held on a blue bridle,<\/em><\/p>\n

The moon, playful colt, is dancing. <\/em><\/p>\n

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UNA CU OCEANUL <\/strong><\/p>\n

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La picioarele mele, Oceanul se-nchin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Muget de fiar\u0103, respira\u0163ie de violin\u0103,<\/p>\n

Strig\u0103tul Paniei, t\u0103cerea meduzei,<\/p>\n

Miros s\u00e2ngeriu de placent\u0103,<\/p>\n

Miasme de oase, cor\u0103bii putrezite.<\/p>\n

Stropi ascu\u0163i\u0163i \u00eemi ciuruie pielea<\/p>\n

Cu \u00eenghe\u0163ate diamante.<\/p>\n

Simt lutul fiin\u0163ei, vibrare moale<\/p>\n

Ad\u00e2nc \u00eengem\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se cu apa.<\/p>\n

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Pe-altar \u00eenalt de valuri \u00eenspumate<\/p>\n

Iubirea \u015fi ura se nasc \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fate.<\/p>\n

Soarele se prive\u015fte-n ochi<\/p>\n

\u00cen sufletul imens al Oceanului.<\/p>\n

Binele \u015fi r\u0103ul se dueleaz\u0103-n ad\u00e2nc<\/p>\n

Cu spada \u00eentunericului.<\/p>\n

Adev\u0103rul \u015fi minciuna sunt \u00een etern conflict,<\/p>\n

Ca r\u0103zboaiele lumii.<\/p>\n

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La picioarele mele, Oceanul se-nchin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vulcanii irump, se cutremur\u0103 Luna.<\/p>\n

Moale, lutul fiin\u0163ei mi-e modelat de ap\u0103.<\/p>\n

Via\u0163a \u015fi moartea, eterni \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163i,<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi scot m\u0103\u015ftile \u015fi se s\u0103rut\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pesc\u0103ru\u015fii traverseaz\u0103 curcubeul<\/p>\n

Domol, cu ap\u0103 vie \u00een cioc.<\/p>\n

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ONE WITH THE OCEAN<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

The Ocean bows at my feet,<\/em><\/p>\n

Wild beast roars, violin\u2019s breathing<\/em><\/p>\n

Pania\u2019s shout, Medusa\u2019s silence,<\/em><\/p>\n

Scent of placenta\u2019s blood,<\/em><\/p>\n

Smell of rotten bones and wrecks.<\/em><\/p>\n

Sharp waterdrops pierce my skin<\/em><\/p>\n

With icy diamonds.<\/em><\/p>\n

I feel the clay of my being, soft vibration<\/em><\/p>\n

Deeply, uniting with the ocean.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Love and hate are born embraced<\/em><\/p>\n

On the altar of foamy waves.<\/em><\/p>\n

The Sun reflects in my eyes<\/em><\/p>\n

Through the immense soul of the Ocean.<\/em><\/p>\n

With the sword of dark,<\/em><\/p>\n

The truth and the lie<\/em><\/p>\n

Are in eternal conflict,<\/em><\/p>\n

Like the wars of mankind.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

The Ocean bows at my feet,<\/em><\/p>\n

The volcanoes erupt, the Moon quakes.<\/em><\/p>\n

Softly, the clay of my being is moulded by water.<\/em><\/p>\n

Life and Death, eternal lovers<\/em><\/p>\n

Take off their masks and kiss one another.<\/em><\/p>\n

The seagulls, with living water in their beaks,<\/em><\/p>\n

Slowly drift across the rainbow.<\/em><\/p>\n

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M-AM VISAT\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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M-am visat ast\u0103-noapte o pas\u0103re<\/p>\n

Cu-aripi senine ca speran\u0163a.<\/p>\n

Aveam culoarea dorului<\/p>\n

\u015ei energia dorin\u0163ei.<\/p>\n

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Aripile atingeau \u00een zbor<\/p>\n

Clapele abisului.<\/p>\n

Sim\u0163eam libertarea de-a fi,<\/p>\n

Puterea de-a-ndr\u0103zni \u015fi-ac\u0163iona<\/p>\n

S-ating prin zbor absolutul.<\/p>\n

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M-am visat ast\u0103-noapte o pas\u0103re<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la pianul abisului<\/p>\n

\u00cen zborul ei de foc, spre neant.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen zori, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-mi aripile,<\/p>\n

Mi-am spus:<\/p>\n

\u201eA fost doar un vis.<\/p>\n

M-am visat o femeie cu aripi<\/p>\n

\u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd de la p\u0103s\u0103ri<\/p>\n

Libertatea de-a fi\u201d.<\/p>\n

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(Cele trei poezii selectate \u00een acest volum au fost publicate ini\u0163ial de Valentina Teclici \u00een\u00a0 volumul bilingv \u201eDe la imposibil la posibil – From Imposibil to Possible\u201d, Editura Oscar Print, Bucure\u015fti, 2013)<\/p>\n

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I DREAMT I WAS\u2026<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Last night I dreamt I was a bird<\/em><\/p>\n

With clear wings like hope.<\/em><\/p>\n

I was the colour of longing<\/em><\/p>\n

And the energy of desire.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Flying, my wings were touching<\/em><\/p>\n

The keys to the Abyss<\/em><\/p>\n

I felt the freedom of being<\/em><\/p>\n

Willpower, deed and action<\/em><\/p>\n

To touch the Absolute with my flight.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Last night I dreamt I was a bird<\/em><\/p>\n

Playing the piano of the Abyss<\/em><\/p>\n

In her fiery flight to Nothingness.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

At daybreak, while stretching my wings,<\/em><\/p>\n

I told myself <\/em><\/p>\n

\u2018It was only a dream.<\/em><\/p>\n

I dreamt I was a woman with wings,<\/em><\/p>\n

Learning from birds <\/em><\/p>\n

The freedom of being.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

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(The three poems selected for this collection were initially published by Valentina Teclici in the bilingual collection \u201eDe la imposibil la posibil- From Imposibil to Possible\u201d, Oscar Print Publishing House, Bucharest, 2013) <\/em><\/p>\n

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