{"id":31153,"date":"2017-07-24T11:00:31","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T11:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=31153"},"modified":"2017-07-24T11:00:31","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T11:00:31","slug":"nikora-nik-henrriksen-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2017\/07\/24\/nikora-nik-henrriksen-poduri-lirice-poetical-bridges-poeme-bilingve\/","title":{"rendered":"Nikora (Nik) Henrriksen: Poduri Lirice – Poetical Bridges (poeme bilingve)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Nikora (Nik) Henrriksen<\/strong> a scris \u015fi publicat c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u0163i. Cartea sa, \u201eCorabia sf\u00e2nt\u0103\u201d (Publica\u0163iile HANA, 207), care este o adaptare a povestirilor tradi\u0163ionale ale oamenilor care descind din canoia Takitima, a fost distribuit\u0103 \u00een fiecare \u015fcoal\u0103 din Noua Zeeland\u0103. Nik a fost invitat s\u0103-\u015fi prezinte poeziile \u015fi muzica la grupul \u201ePoe\u0163i \u00een via\u0163\u0103 din Hawke\u2019s Bay\u201d, \u00een 2016. A devenit membru al acestui grup \u015fi este un participant constant. Crea\u0163ia sa a fost de asemenea prezentat\u0103 la postul de radio R\u0103pitorii.<\/p>\n

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Nik se prezint\u0103: \u201eBun\u0103 ziua, numele meu este Nikora (Nik) Henriksen \u015fi m-am n\u0103scut \u00een Noua Zeeland\u0103 dintr-un tat\u0103 norvegian \u015fi o mam\u0103 maor\u0103. Am locuit \u00een Norvegia cu familia mea p\u00e2n\u0103 la v\u00e2rsta de doi ani, \u00eenainte de a reveni \u00een \u00eensoritul Hawke\u2019s Bay, unde am petrecut cea mai mare parte a tinere\u0163ii mele. Originar din Peninsula Mahia \u015fi tribul Rongomaiwahine, \u00eemi place s\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toresc \u015fi s\u0103 cunosc oameni \u015fi culturi noi. Am tr\u0103it \u00een Londra, timp de 6 ani \u015fi \u00een Madrid, timp de 6 ani, lucr\u00e2nd ca profesor, \u00eenainte de a reveni \u00een Noua Zeeland\u0103, \u00een 2015. \u00cemi place s\u0103 scriu \u015fi s\u0103 interpretez muzic\u0103 \u015fi poezie. \u00cen munca mea de profesor sunt capabil s\u0103 ini<\/em>\u021b<\/em>iez elevii mei at\u00e2t \u00een scrierea creativ\u0103 c\u00e2t \u015fi \u00een muzic\u0103\u201d.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Nikora (Nik) Henriksen<\/em><\/strong> has written and published several books. His book \u201eHe waka Tipua\u201d (Publisher HANA Publications, 2007) is an adaptation of the traditional stories of the people who descended from the Takitimu canoe, anddistributed to every schoolin New Zealand. Nik was a guest poet and music performer at \u201eHawke\u2019s Bay Live Poets\u201d in 2016. He joined this group and has been a regular contributor. He has also had his work presented on Radio Kidnappers.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Nik introduces himself: \u2018Kia ora, my name is Nikora (Nik) Henriksen and I was born in NZ to a Norwegian father and Maori mother. I lived in Norway with my family as a child for two years before returning to sunny Hawke\u2019s Bay where I have spent most of my youth. Originally from the Mahia Peninsula and the Rongomaiwahine tribe I love traveling and meeting new people and cultures. I lived in London for 6 years and Madrid for 6 years working as a teacher before returning to NZ in 2015. I love writing and performing music and poetry. As a teacher, I have been able to introduce my students to both creative writing and music.\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n

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OAMENII M\u00c3RII<\/strong><\/p>\n

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N\u0103scut la tine<\/p>\n

Sunt al m\u0103rii<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2n deasupra, \u00een\u0103untru \u015fi dedesubt<\/p>\n

Sarea prin venele mele curg\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

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Ea m\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie<\/p>\n

\u0162in\u00e2ndu-m\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015f\u00e2ndu-m\u0103<\/p>\n

P\u0103tura mea de siguran\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

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\u015ei la ultima mea r\u0103suflare<\/p>\n

Condu-m\u0103 \u00eenapoi de unde am venit<\/p>\n

Pentru a aluneca sub p\u00e2ntecele ei apos<\/p>\n

Acel loc pe care eu \u00eel numesc acas\u0103<\/p>\n

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SEA PEOPLE <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Born to thee<\/em><\/p>\n

I am of the sea<\/em><\/p>\n

On, in and under I remain<\/em><\/p>\n

The salt runneth in my veins<\/em><\/p>\n

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

It caresses me<\/em><\/p>\n

Holding me<\/em><\/p>\n

Hugging me<\/em><\/p>\n

My blanket of security<\/em><\/p>\n

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

And when I take my final breath<\/em><\/p>\n

Lead me back from whence I came<\/em><\/p>\n

To slip asunder her watery womb<\/em><\/p>\n

That place that I call home<\/em><\/p>\n

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TREZE\u015eTE-TE<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een lumea \u00een care tr\u0103im<\/p>\n

Unde banii sunt singurul lucru pe care vrem s\u0103-i pre\u0163uim<\/p>\n

Valorile familiei \u015fi prieteniilor au disp\u0103rut<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd, \u00een final, to\u0163i trebuie s\u0103 pl\u0103teasc\u0103 tribut?<\/p>\n

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Via\u021ba a fost mai bun\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 acest blestem, eu spun<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd oamenii \u015fi-au construit casele \u015fi ogorul \u015fi-au plantat<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd lumea pe oameni, nu pe contracte scrise s-a bazat<\/p>\n

\u015fi, \u00eenaint\u00e2nd \u00eenseamn\u0103 fericire, nu s\u0103 fii grosolan.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2nd m\u00e2ncarea a fost aliment nu acest plastic servit<\/p>\n

Cu numere \u015fi aditivi cancero\u015fi<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd munca a fost exerci\u0163iul t\u0103u fizic \u015fi ai tr\u0103it s\u0103 culegi<\/p>\n

cu m\u00e2na ta bog\u0103\u021bia de pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul t\u0103u roditor.<\/p>\n

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\u201eNoi” suntem acum \u021bara a ceea ce avem sau nu avem<\/p>\n

Decalajul devine din ce \u00een ce mai mare \u015fi nu se va opri<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd planeta explodeaz\u0103 \u015fi dispare<\/p>\n

Poate e cel mai bine pentru c\u0103 atunci ne-am da seama<\/p>\n

C\u0103 lucrurile cele mai simple \u00een via\u0163\u0103 e tot ce ne trebuie.<\/p>\n

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Nu de bani sau ma\u015fini sau facilit\u0103\u0163i de lux<\/p>\n

Nici de aceste fanfaronii josnice care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 fac\u0103 parad\u0103<\/p>\n

\u201eTreze\u015fte-te lume!” Acesta-i sf\u00e2r\u015fitul.<\/p>\n

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WAKE UP <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Whats happened to the world we live in<\/em><\/p>\n

Where money is the only thing we want to win<\/em><\/p>\n

Gone are the values of family and friends<\/em><\/p>\n

When at the end of the day they all have to pay?<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Life was better without this curse I say<\/em><\/p>\n

When people made their houses and planted their food<\/em><\/p>\n

When the world relied on people not paper and getting ahead meant happiness not being rude<\/em><\/p>\n

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

When food was food not this plastic they serve<\/em><\/p>\n

With numbers and cancerous additives<\/em><\/p>\n

Where work was your gym and you lived by your hand to reap the wealth off the fat of your land<\/em><\/p>\n

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

\u201cWe\u201d are now the land of the have and have nots<\/em><\/p>\n

The gap getting bigger and it ain’t gonna stop<\/em><\/p>\n

Till the world implodes and there is no more<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe its best because then we\u00b4d realise<\/em><\/p>\n

The simplest things in life are all that we need<\/em><\/p>\n

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

No money or cars or fancy conveniences<\/em><\/p>\n

Not these vile braggarts who try to pretend<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cWake up world\u201d this is the end.<\/em><\/p>\n

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

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Acele riduri de \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nire scriu trecerea ta prin timp<\/p>\n

Cute de \u00een\u021belepciune s\u0103-\u0163i intensifice z\u00e2mbetul<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd te privesc, timpul tocmai zboar\u0103 \u00een zare<\/p>\n

Ca un balon \u00een v\u00e2nt, plutind pe propria-i c\u0103rare<\/p>\n

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Un moment \u00eenghe\u021bat acum<\/p>\n

O imagine aici pentru a r\u0103m\u00e2ne<\/p>\n

Tr\u0103ie\u015fte \u00een prezent, s\u0103 nu-\u0163i pese de rest<\/p>\n

Trecutul, viitorul nu au nici o influen\u021b\u0103 real\u0103<\/p>\n

Ast\u0103zi, acest minut, aceast\u0103 secund\u0103, acum chiar<\/p>\n

Este ceea ce-i important, las\u0103 s\u0103 curg\u0103 doar<\/p>\n

Ca un r\u00e2u \u015ferpuindu-\u015fi calea spre mare<\/p>\n

R\u0103sucindu-se \u015fi deschiz\u00e2ndu-\u015fi drumul spre mine<\/p>\n

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Z\u00e2mbe\u015fte un minut, r\u00e2zi chiar tare<\/p>\n

Pentru c\u0103 aceasta \u00ee\u0163i aduce fericire<\/p>\n

La fel ca paharul pe jum\u0103tate plin<\/p>\n

Tendin\u0163a de-a fi negativ s\u0103 fie absent\u0103<\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103re\u015fte acest val \u00eentr-o armonie excelent\u0103<\/p>\n

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Nu lupta \u015fi \u0163ipa cum celor care ne sunt exemple le place s\u0103 zic\u0103<\/p>\n

Predic\u00e2nd dreptatea lor, dar pentru totul fric\u0103<\/p>\n

Noi \u015ftim c\u0103 ei sunt mincino\u015fi, perfizi \u015fi altele de acest mod<\/p>\n

S\u0103-i rivaliz\u0103m ar fi prea de tot<\/p>\n

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A\u015fadar, ova\u0163ii pentru familia mea, prieteni \u015fi iubire<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u0163i ofer sincer doar sfatul meu<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbe\u015fte \u015fi fii fericit, asta s\u0103-\u0163i fie viciul mereu<\/p>\n

Pentru c\u0103 noi suntem ca apa \u201ereciclat\u0103” \u00een via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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RECYCLING <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Those aging lines write your passage through time<\/em><\/p>\n

Creases of wisdom to enhance your smile<\/em><\/p>\n

When I look at you time just falls away<\/em><\/p>\n

Like a balloon in the wind, drifting on its way<\/em><\/p>\n

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

A moment frozen now<\/em><\/p>\n

A picture here to stay<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Live in the present don’t care about the rest<\/em><\/p>\n

The past, the future has no real influence<\/em><\/p>\n

Today, this minute, this second right now,<\/em><\/p>\n

That’s what\u2019s important just let it flow<\/em><\/p>\n

Like a river meandering its way to the sea<\/em><\/p>\n

Twisting and turning on its way to me<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Smile for a minute even laugh out loud<\/em><\/p>\n

For this brings you happiness<\/em><\/p>\n

Like the glass half filled<\/em><\/p>\n

No no\u00b4s, no glimpse of negativity<\/em><\/p>\n

Ride this wave in perfect harmony<\/em><\/p>\n

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

Don’t fight and scream like our role models say<\/em><\/p>\n

Preaching their righteousness but to all dismay<\/em><\/p>\n

We know they are liars, pretenders and such<\/em><\/p>\n

To emulate them would be too much<\/em><\/p>\n

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

So cheers my family, friends and love<\/em><\/p>\n

I offer you only my sincere advice<\/em><\/p>\n

Smile and be happy let this be your vice<\/em><\/p>\n

For we are like water \u201crecycled\u201d in life.<\/em><\/p>\n

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*Translated by Valentina Teclici<\/strong><\/p>\n

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