{"id":38529,"date":"2018-05-05T06:10:01","date_gmt":"2018-05-05T06:10:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38529"},"modified":"2018-05-05T06:10:01","modified_gmt":"2018-05-05T06:10:01","slug":"irina-lucia-mihalca-the-star-picker-culegatoarea-de-stele","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/05\/irina-lucia-mihalca-the-star-picker-culegatoarea-de-stele\/","title":{"rendered":"Irina Lucia MIHALCA: The Star Picker \/ Culeg\u0103toarea de stele"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Listen to songs from the deep<\/strong><\/p>\n

translated from romanian by Simona Mihalca<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lu\u0163ziafiru di dzu\u00e2 \u015fhi’di noapti,
\nun primitu esh\u0163z\u00e2 cu pirpirunji aro\u015fhii,
\n\u015fhi njirli, \u015fhi limunii, \u015fhi pir\u00e2, tuti di anv\u00e2rliga! *<\/em> <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mind\u2019s sleep has no purpose,<\/p>\n

A flight over watery mirror of stars<\/p>\n

A sea with waves<\/p>\n

which break on the shores of our souls,<\/p>\n

A fire overcame water<\/p>\n

A stunning moment of love!<\/p>\n

Where a star falls everyone<\/em><\/p>\n

Comes out to feed<\/em><\/p>\n

All the birds are singing in their language,<\/em><\/p>\n

even if not all have musical ear.<\/em><\/p>\n

They were not awakened yet; those who have<\/em><\/p>\n

To feel the beauty of this time!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The moment particles impact,<\/p>\n

colliding with each other,<\/p>\n

the moment that will change their destiny<\/p>\n

forever. One moment, only!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Letters make love to each other,<\/em><\/p>\n

United in a silk thread.<\/em><\/p>\n

To taste the water you must seek<\/em><\/p>\n

Drought drops.<\/em> <\/em>It can be<\/em><\/p>\n

With excitement, only for you to burn and live!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You, sun dancer, oscillate<\/p>\n

like a compass needle between North and South,<\/p>\n

between East and West! The key is in you<\/p>\n

You just now realized <\/em><\/p>\n

What the sacrifice <\/em><\/p>\n

Started for the mirror in your soul means.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Seek the answer in the crystal ball,<\/p>\n

We are reflected in the mirror inward!<\/p>\n

It looked like a river that in no way<\/em><\/p>\n

Could be swam across.<\/em><\/p>\n

You were waiting for me on the bank with fire,<\/em><\/p>\n

to dry my clothes.<\/em> <\/em>That’s you!<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have conquest your sight, many poppies there,<\/em><\/p>\n

I miss freedom of expression so much.<\/em><\/p>\n

As I have seen!<\/em> <\/em>I like what I found:<\/em><\/p>\n

a good host with hot tea on the table<\/em><\/p>\n

willing to stare into the eyes of her guest.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

– Come, sit next to me, baby,<\/p>\n

Listen to songs from the depths,<\/p>\n

murmured with closed eyes!<\/p>\n

My violin, violin vibrating with me<\/em><\/p>\n

Otherwise, just a play without master!<\/em><\/p>\n

Violin through which you have sung ballad pain,<\/p>\n

A magical illusion is life!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If it had not been touched, it wouldn\u2019t sing<\/em><\/p>\n

as the lightning that touches the sea<\/em><\/p>\n

would not make a pearl for a while.<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s happiness touched with your fingertips,<\/p>\n

an unmistakable smell and taste<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Without seeking outside,<\/p>\n

tomorrow will still come.<\/p>\n

You penetrate deep into the smile\u2019s light,<\/p>\n

understanding yourself, increasing your own being,<\/p>\n

That’s you, truly; otherwise,<\/p>\n

everything changes!<\/p>\n

Not every violin sings as<\/em><\/p>\n

the soul feels, it happened to you<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

People differ<\/em><\/p>\n

through the spoken words, just facts make us heroes.<\/em><\/p>\n

If I draw the median I see excellence,<\/em><\/p>\n

the sublime of feeling giving birth to life or gods.<\/em><\/p>\n

Tu yilii n\u00e2 mutrimu t’as n\u00e2 videmu f\u00e2r\u00e2 di c\u00e2suri…**<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How far youare from yourself, when you forget<\/p>\n

the seed light planted<\/p>\n

which waits<\/p>\n

to sprout, to brow, to bloom!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

______________________________________<\/p>\n

Morningstar and Eveningstar,<\/p>\n

you are a story of red poppies<\/p>\n

and blue, and yellow and the flame around*<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the mirror we look to see ourselves with no mistakes** <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0(translated for Aromanian) <\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

Ca un vis ne\u00eentrerupt vreodat\u0103,
\nca un g\u00e2nd ce pulseaz\u0103 la cap\u0103tul str\u0103zii,
\nca un adev\u0103r purtat mereu \u00een inimi,
\nca o furtun\u0103 peste necuprinse \u00eentinderi,
\nca o salb\u0103 de stele ce ne \u00eenconjoar\u0103,
\nca o centur\u0103 de timpuri prin spa\u0163ii,
\nca o revolt\u0103 de semne pe bolta cereasc\u0103,
\nca o \u00eenver\u015funare de eroi \u00een ultimele lor fapte de arme,
\nca un soare ce ne \u00eenconjoar\u0103 printre nori,
\nca ziua ajuns\u0103 dinaintea eternit\u0103\u0163ii,
\nNoi suntem.<\/p>\n

Suntem rug, flac\u0103r\u0103, sc\u00e2ntei,
\nz\u00e2mbet, lacrim\u0103, vis,
\ng\u00e2nduri, cuvinte \u00een delir, fapte,
\nraze de soare sau lun\u0103, zefir, furtun\u0103,
\ncastel de umbre, corol\u0103 de lumini,
\ncurcubeu reflectat prin oglinzi paralele,
\ntunel ascuns \u00een labirintul iubirii,
\nsuflet \u00een c\u0103utarea sufletului-pereche care,<\/p>\n

neg\u0103sindu-l pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

\u00eel caut\u0103 \u00een Cer,<\/p>\n

cutreier\u00e2nd ierarhia \u00eengerilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Suntem piesele aceluia\u015fi puzzle,
\nsuntem TU, EU,<\/p>\n

manifestarea ABSOLUTULUI prin NOI.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We are<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As an uninterrupted dream ever,<\/p>\n

as a thought pulsing at the end of the street,<\/p>\n

as a truth always worn in the hearts,<\/p>\n

like a storm over unbounded plaines,<\/p>\n

like a nacklace of stars that surround us,<\/p>\n

as a belt of times through spaces,<\/p>\n

as a revolt of signs on the celestial vault,<\/p>\n

as a fierceness of heroes in their last deeds war ,<\/p>\n

like a sun that surrounds us among the clouds,<\/p>\n

as the day that arrived before eternity,<\/p>\n

We are.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We are the rug, the flame, the sparks,<\/p>\n

smile, tear, dream,<\/p>\n

thoughts, words in delirium, deeds,<\/p>\n

beams of sun or moon, zephyr, storm,<\/p>\n

castle of shadows, corolla of lights,<\/p>\n

rainbow reflected through parallel mirrors,<\/p>\n

hidden tunnel in the labyrinth of love,<\/p>\n

soul looking for soul-mate,<\/p>\n

never found on the Earth,<\/p>\n

seeks him in Heaven,<\/p>\n

walking the angel hierarchy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We are the pieces of the same puzzle,<\/p>\n

we are YOU, ME,<\/p>\n

the manifestation of ABSOLUTE through US.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Le r\u00eave
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Traduction par: Gabriela Tudose<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Un sourire toujours jeune,
\nUn secret bien cach\u00e9
\nUne navire attendant son chargement,
\nSoit-il un d\u00e9sir non-accompli
\nSoit-il l’\u00e2me qui attend devenir
\nla flamme insatiable du coeur.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La r\u00e9alit\u00e9<\/em>\u00a0 dont je me suis echappe<\/p>\n

a une coupure tout au long de la nuit bleu\u00e2tre
\nA travers la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 dont j’ai \u00e9chapp\u00e9,
\nM\u00eame si tu ne peux jamais unir les lignes de la paume de notre amour,
\nM\u00eame si tu ne peux pas attraper l’ombre de nos pas<\/p>\n

Cependant tu es libre
\nde chercher, de venir, de revenir,
\nde chercher, de venir, de revenir…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

<\/em>Un z\u00e2mbet mereu t\u00e2n\u0103r,
\nO tain\u0103 a inimii,
\nUn vas ce-\u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103 umplerea,
\nO dorin\u0163\u0103 ne\u00eemplinit\u0103,
\nUn suflet ce-a\u015fteapt\u0103
\nS\u0103 fie fl\u0103c\u0103ra nestins\u0103 a inimii.<\/p>\n

Prin noaptea albastr\u0103
\nRealitatea prin care am fugit
\nAre o sp\u0103rtur\u0103,
\nChiar dac\u0103 nu po\u0163i prinde liniile din palma iubirii noastre,
\nChiar dac\u0103 nu po\u0163i prinde urmele pa\u015filor nostri.<\/p>\n

Totu\u015fi e\u015fti liber
\nS\u0103 cau\u0163i, s\u0103 vii, s\u0103 revii,<\/p>\n

S\u0103 cau\u0163i, s\u0103 vii, s\u0103 revii…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The dream<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Translation : Cosmina Simona Mihalca<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A smile always young,<\/p>\n

A mystery of the heart,<\/p>\n

A vessel that awaits its filling,<\/p>\n

A wish unfulfilled<\/p>\n

A soul that is waiting<\/p>\n

May the unquenchable flame of the heart be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Through the blue night<\/p>\n

The reality through which I ran<\/p>\n

has a leak,<\/p>\n

Even if you cannot catch the lines in the palm of our love,<\/p>\n

Even if you cannot catch our footsteps.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

However, you are free<\/p>\n

To search, to come, to come again.<\/p>\n

To search, to come, to come again…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Star Picker<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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

He was lifting me up to heaven,<\/p>\n

to the stars,<\/p>\n

I, small, he tall,<\/p>\n

From the top I looked at the world<\/p>\n

I’m small, she’s big …<\/p>\n

The darkness was further,<\/p>\n

warmer,<\/p>\n

The world, the trees and the moon<\/p>\n

they swing<\/p>\n

at every step.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He was lifting me<\/p>\n

up to heaven,<\/p>\n

to the stars,<\/p>\n

I still feel how,<\/p>\n

easy,<\/p>\n

I was breaking down some stars,<\/p>\n

lanterns that lit up<\/p>\n

the steps,<\/p>\n

fingerprints left,<\/p>\n

after<\/p>\n

our passage …<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And now he is lifting me up<\/p>\n

in flight, in the sky,<\/p>\n

among the stars,<\/p>\n

in my dreams,<\/p>\n

smiling,<\/p>\n

looking at my light ,<\/p>\n

even if<\/p>\n

I’m here,<\/p>\n

He’s there,<\/p>\n

somewhere,<\/p>\n

in the sky,<\/p>\n

among the stars,<\/p>\n

icon, living candle,<\/p>\n

He, forever,<\/p>\n

always<\/p>\n

MY FATHER.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Culeg\u0103toarea de stele <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163a spre cer,<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 la stele,<\/p>\n

eu mic\u0103, El mare,<\/p>\n

De sus priveam lumea<\/p>\n

eu mic\u0103, ea mare…<\/p>\n

\u00centunericul era mai departe,<\/p>\n

mai cald,<\/p>\n

Lumea, copacii \u015fi luna<\/p>\n

se leg\u0103nau<\/p>\n

la fiecare pas.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163a spre cer,<\/p>\n

p\u00e2n\u0103 la stele,<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 mai simt cum,<\/p>\n

u\u015for,<\/p>\n

desprindeam c\u00e2teva stele,<\/p>\n

felinare ce luminau<\/p>\n

pa\u015fii,<\/p>\n

amprente l\u0103sate,<\/p>\n

\u00een urma<\/p>\n

trecerii noastre…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u015ei acum m\u0103 \u00eenal\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een zbor, \u00een cer,<\/p>\n

printre stele,<\/p>\n

\u00een visele mele,<\/p>\n

z\u00e2mbe\u015fte,<\/p>\n

lumina-mi prive\u015fte,<\/p>\n

chiar dac\u0103<\/p>\n

eu sunt aici,<\/p>\n

El e acolo,<\/p>\n

undeva,<\/p>\n

\u00een cer,<\/p>\n

printre stele,<\/p>\n

icoan\u0103, candel\u0103 vie,<\/p>\n

El, ve\u015fnic,<\/p>\n

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

TAT\u0102L MEU.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You… <\/strong><\/p>\n

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

You, yes, you! You are like an ocean,
\nWide Ocean, heartbreaking beauty,
\nLike a spell, into deeper and deeper
\nCatch me in the storm of emotions, torrent,
\nWith every wave you’re boiling unrest, tornadoes,
\nArpeggios crystallized touches
\nAnd so eagerly you sip me.
\nDancing with the sounds,
\nA fire reveal,
\nFire in us –
\nA dream in white.
\nGlances,
\nWhirlwind,
\nBurnings,
\nDelirium,
\nChills, snow,
\nA flapping of wings
\nAnd quiet…
\nJust quiet.
\nMe? Your prisoner.<\/p>\n

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

\u00a0Tu… <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tu, da, tu! Tu e\u015fti ca un ocean,<\/p>\n

ocean de necuprins, de-o frumuse\u0163e sf\u00e2\u015fietoare,<\/p>\n

ca un desc\u00e2ntec p\u0103trunzi n\u0103valnic, ad\u00e2nc, tot mai ad\u00e2nc,<\/p>\n

surprinzi \u00een mine furtun\u0103 de emo\u0163ii, torent nest\u0103vilit,<\/p>\n

cu fiecare val nelini\u015fti clocote\u015fti, tornade,<\/p>\n

cristalizezi arpegii de atingeri<\/p>\n

\u015fi cu at\u00e2t nesa\u0163 m\u0103 sorbi.<\/p>\n

Dans\u00e2nd cu sunetele,<\/p>\n

un foc dezv\u0103lui,<\/p>\n

focul din noi –<\/p>\n

un vis \u00een alb.<\/p>\n

Priviri,<\/p>\n

v\u00e2rtej,<\/p>\n

arderi,<\/p>\n

delir,<\/p>\n

fiori, ninsori,<\/p>\n

un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de aripi<\/p>\n

\u015fi lini\u015fte…<\/p>\n

Doar lini\u015fte.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eu? Prizoniera ta.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You… Me \u2013 Irina Lucia Mihalca<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Translation:<\/em> Cosmina Simona Mihalca<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We are sliding like two illusions,<\/p>\n

Same in thought and never seeing each other,<\/p>\n

Crossing the same wave, swimming in the fields from the dream<\/p>\n

And her flames in our face are growing…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beyond the wallow of the canes, beyond the stones,<\/p>\n

Only the force of loneliness in the smell of wind and grass…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Easy is your name, like the sea,<\/p>\n

Everything start with the sea, that wild sea,<\/p>\n

Calm, but unstoppable in the deep!<\/p>\n

A seashore on which the waves<\/p>\n

Are breaking in thousand of pieces-destiny!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I know that if you would hold my hand you would be happy,<\/p>\n

I know that if I saw you, I would cry…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You…Me<\/p>\n

Night poem floating in a dream<\/p>\n

Without knowing how my tear would make you whole<\/p>\n

And the death would smell of willow,<\/p>\n

Always too late,<\/p>\n

Always too early…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tu… Eu – Irina Lucia Mihalca<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Alunec\u0103m ca dou\u0103 iluzii,
\nSuntem \u00een acela\u015fi g\u00e2nd \u015fi nu ne vedem,
\nTravers\u0103m aceea\u015fi und\u0103 sc\u0103ldat\u0103-n c\u00e2mpiile din vis
\n\u015ei fl\u0103c\u0103rile ei \u00een fa\u0163a noastr\u0103 se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103….<\/p>\n

Dincolo de t\u00e2nguirea trestiilor, dincolo de pietre,
\nDoar for\u0163a singur\u0103t\u0103\u0163ii \u00een mireasma v\u00e2ntului \u015fi a ierbii…<\/p>\n

U\u015for \u0163i-e numele, ca briza m\u0103rii,
\nTotul \u00eencepe cu marea, acea s\u0103lbatic\u0103 mare,
\nCalm\u0103, dar \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri de nest\u0103vilit!
\nUn \u0163\u0103rm de mare pe care valurile
\nSe sparg \u00een mii de buc\u0103\u0163i-destin!<\/p>\n

\u015etiu c\u0103 dac\u0103 mi-ai str\u00e2nge m\u00e2na ai fi fericit,
\n\u015etii c\u0103 dac\u0103 te-a\u015f z\u0103ri a\u015f pl\u00e2nge…<\/p>\n

Tu… Eu
\nPoem nocturn plutind \u00eentr-un vis,
\nF\u0103r\u0103 a \u015fti cum lacrima mea te-ar reda \u00eentreg
\nIar moartea ar mirosi a salcie,
\nMereu prea devreme,
\nMereu prea t\u00e2rziu…<\/p>\n

——————————-<\/p>\n

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

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

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

LA MUL\u021aI ANI, IRINA LUCIA MIHALCA !<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

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

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

 <\/p>\n

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