{"id":38516,"date":"2018-05-04T16:36:18","date_gmt":"2018-05-04T16:36:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38516"},"modified":"2018-05-04T16:36:18","modified_gmt":"2018-05-04T16:36:18","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/04\/irina-lucia-mihalca-poesis-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: Poesis"},"content":{"rendered":"

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At First – The word … <\/strong><\/p>\n

First, there was the Word
\nand the Word was enlightened in the man,
\nin flower, in stars, in moon,
\nin stone fountains and in sea.
\nThe man took the words,
\nmixed them,
\ncomposed them through snowflakes,
\nin the rain\u2019s drops, in wind and in scent of leaves, in Edelweiss, in the North Star
\nin soulmates, in\u00a0 forget-me-not,
\nin thoughts from dreams,
\nin a calligrame.
\nThe words began to fly,
\na dance to\u00a0 sky and to sun.
\nBeacause of fear, man has snatched them.
\nHe took them away,
\nHid them in depths
\ncreating new words,
\nalways mutilated
\npsalms of longing and dreariness,
\nthe word pain, wounds, illness and death,
\nmud, darkness,
\nwords watered in tears of eternal fear.
\nGradually the words have faded
\nin rail stations,in hospitals, on fronts, wars.
\nThere are memories left
\nand their shadows
\nin the hearts, in chants,
\nin tales, in ballads,
\nSmall lanterns
\nin flights of butterflies,
\nlotus petals, child\u2019s glances
\nthoughts-poems
\nflower buds, in rays of sunshine\u2026<\/p>\n

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La \u00cenceput \u2013 Cuv\u00e2ntul…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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La \u00cenceput, Cuv\u00e2ntul a fost
\n\u015fi Cuv\u00e2ntul s-a Luminat \u00een Om,
\n\u00een floare, \u00een stele, \u00een lun\u0103,
\n\u00een piatr\u0103, f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni \u015fi \u00een mare.
\nOmul a luat cuvintele,
\nle-a amestecat,
\nle-a compus prin fulgii de nea,
\n\u00een stropii de ploaie,
\n\u00een v\u00e2nt \u015fi miresme de frunze,
\n\u00een floarea-de-col\u0163, \u00een Steaua Polar\u0103,
\n\u00een suflet-pereche, \u00een nu-m\u0103-uita,
\n\u00een g\u00e2ndul din vis,
\n\u00eentr-o caligram\u0103.
\nCuvintele au \u00eenceput s\u0103 zboare,
\nun dans
\nspre cer \u015fi spre soare.
\nDin team\u0103, omul le-a smuls,
\nle-a \u00eendep\u0103rtat,
\nle-a ascuns \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri,
\nform\u00e2nd noi cuvinte,
\nmereu mutilate,
\npsalmi de dor \u015fi de jale,
\ncuv\u00e2ntul durere, r\u0103ni, boal\u0103 \u015fi moarte,
\nnoroi, \u00eentuneric,
\ncuvinte udate \u00een lacrimi din ve\u015fnica team\u0103.
\nTreptat cuvintele s-au stins
\nprin g\u0103ri, \u00een spitale, pe fronturi, r\u0103zboaie.
\nAu mai r\u0103mas amintiri
\n\u015fi umbrele lor
\n\u00een inimi, \u00een c\u00e2nturi,
\n\u00een pove\u015fti, balade \u015fi doine,
\nmici felinare
\n\u00een zboruri de fluturi,
\npetale de lotus, priviri de copil,
\ng\u00e2nduri-poeme
\n\u00een muguri de floare, \u00een raze de soare…<\/p>\n

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

Before darkness to cover everything,
\nbefore warm smile, play and song disappear,
\nbefore life suddenly goes out,
\nbefore the fear to be a huge wound,
\nboundlessness night before you enter,
\nbefore death become master,
\nbefore the tears points flesh, bodies, pain, blood,
\nbefore you, before me,
\nbefore weapons
\nbefore hatred,
\nonwards murder
\nabove all,
\nsmile came cold glass
\nvoluptuous confusion
\nthe fog dispersed,
\nA tiny maze
\nlost
\nthe infinitely small.<\/p>\n

A dream chained.
\nJapanese cherry trees
\nhave not blossomed.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00cenainte ca… <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cenainte ca bezna s\u0103 acopere totul,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca z\u00e2mbetul cald, jocul \u015fi c\u00e2ntecul s\u0103 dispar\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca via\u0163a brusc s\u0103 se sting\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca frica s\u0103 fie o imens\u0103 plag\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca necuprinsul nop\u0163ii s\u0103 te p\u0103trund\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte ca moartea s\u0103 devin\u0103 st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de lacrimi, puncte de carne, trupuri, durere, s\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de tine, \u00eenainte de mine,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de arme,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de ur\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenaine de crim\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de toate,<\/p>\n

sur\u00e2sul rece venit din sticl\u0103,<\/p>\n

confuzie voluptoas\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een cea\u0163a risipit\u0103,<\/p>\n

un labirint minuscul<\/p>\n

pierdut<\/p>\n

\u00een infinitul mic.<\/p>\n

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Un vis \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uit.<\/p>\n

Cire\u015fii japonezi nu au mai \u00eenflorit.<\/p>\n

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Beyond the dream
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n


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

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We’re looking until exhaustion<\/p>\n

Lost letter – road to light –<\/p>\n

Blossoming among the drops of pain.<\/p>\n

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They dawn will also come when<\/p>\n

We will open the Great Gate of the Clouds,<\/p>\n

For us angels will sing,<\/p>\n

For the saints will accompany us<\/p>\n

At the crossing of the river, without wetting their feet!<\/p>\n

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Seasons inseparable! We’ll listen<\/p>\n

The song of the two coupled voices<\/p>\n

– the child and the old man –<\/p>\n

The word of beginning and\u00a0 end, love.<\/p>\n

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Everything that begins earlier, ends sooner …<\/p>\n

Beyond what gathers in us<\/p>\n

We are lights<\/p>\n

– souls returned to the beginning-<\/p>\n

This snowfall of flowers is the great meeting.<\/p>\n

A world of story in the eyes scattered with great dedication!<\/p>\n

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Everything grows in the sky, a star, a butterfly,<\/p>\n

A silver breeze is lost in the light of the wave.<\/p>\n

From moment to moment, day to day,<\/p>\n

From season to season, we run from the death inside.<\/p>\n

Cast out the gray clouds off the blue of your sky!<\/p>\n

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Beyond thoughts<\/p>\n

We will find the wish weeping, its sigh!<\/p>\n

No driveway to you hurrying the end,<\/p>\n

Neither the place nor the time<\/p>\n

What blossoms the flower and the last road to us!<\/p>\n

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We find ourselves in the sky beyond the sky.<\/p>\n

Let’s listen to the wind<\/p>\n

And the song of the flowers, beyond the dream!<\/p>\n

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After a fruit ripens, it falls,<\/p>\n

Like leaves, like flowers, like man,<\/p>\n

The heart breaks more at peace.<\/p>\n

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Raw and ripe green, and dead – the pointers look like –<\/p>\n

No matter from where you look, they all lead to death!<\/p>\n

To a new, other life … The other body – a new life!<\/p>\n

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Dincolo de luntrea visului<\/strong><\/p>\n

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C\u0103ut\u0103m p\u00e2n\u0103 la risipire<\/p>\n

pierduta liter\u0103 \u2013 drum spre lumin\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

\u00eenflorind printre pic\u0103turile durerii.<\/p>\n

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Vor veni \u015fi zorii c\u00e2nd<\/p>\n

vom deschide Marea Poart\u0103 a Norilor,<\/p>\n

pentru noi vor c\u00e2nta \u00eengerii,<\/p>\n

pentru noi sfin\u0163ii ne vor \u00eenso\u0163i<\/p>\n

la trecerea r\u00e2ului, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u015fi ude picioarele!<\/p>\n

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Anotimpuri nedesp\u0103r\u0163ite! Vom asculta<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ntecul celor dou\u0103 voci \u00eembinate<\/p>\n

\u2013 copilul \u015fi b\u0103tr\u00e2nul \u2013<\/p>\n

cuv\u00e2ntul de-nceput \u015fi de sf\u00e2r\u015fit, iubirea.<\/p>\n

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Tot ce \u00eencepe mai devreme, sf\u00e2r\u015fe\u015fte mai devreme<\/em>…<\/p>\n

Dincolo de ce se-adun\u0103 \u00een noi<\/p>\n

suntem lumini<\/p>\n

\u2013\u00a0 suflete \u00eentoarse la matc\u0103 \u2013,<\/p>\n

aceast\u0103 ninsoare de flori e marea \u00eent\u00e2lnire.<\/p>\n

O lume de poveste \u00een ochi risipit\u0103 cu mare d\u0103ruire!<\/p>\n

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Totul cre\u015fte \u00een cer, o stea, un fluture,<\/p>\n

o boare-argintat\u0103 se pierde \u00een lumina undei.<\/p>\n

Din clip\u0103 \u00een clip\u0103, din zi \u00een zi,<\/p>\n

din anotimp \u00een anotimp, fugim de moartea din noi.<\/p>\n

Alung\u0103-\u0163i norii cenu\u015fii de pe albastrul cerului t\u0103u!<\/p>\n

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Dincolo de g\u00e2nduri<\/p>\n

vom gasi dorin\u0163a pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, <\/em>suspinul ei! <\/em><\/p>\n

Nicio alee spre tine grabind sf\u00e2r\u015fitul,<\/p>\n

nici locul, nici timpul<\/p>\n

ce \u00eenflore\u015fte floarea \u015fi ultimul drum spre noi!<\/p>\n

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Ne reg\u0103sim \u00een cerul de dincolo de cer.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 ascult\u0103m v\u00e2ntul<\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2ntecul florilor, dincolo de luntrea visului!<\/p>\n

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Dup\u0103 ce un fruct se coace, cade,<\/p>\n

ca \u015fi frunzele, ca \u015fi florile, ca \u015fi omul,<\/p>\n

inima se rupe mai \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Verde crud \u015fi copt, \u015fi mort <\/em>\u2013 \u00a0a\u015fa arat\u0103 indicatoarele <\/em>\u2013,<\/p>\n

indiferent de unde te ui\u0163i, toate duc spre moarte!<\/em><\/p>\n

Spre-o nou\u0103, alt\u0103, via\u0163\u0103… Cel\u0103lalt trup ~ o nou\u0103 via\u0163\u0103!<\/p>\n

—————————————–<\/p>\n

Irina Lucia MIHALCA<\/strong><\/p>\n

Translation- Cosmina Simona Mihalca<\/strong><\/p>\n

4 mai, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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