{"id":4752,"date":"2012-04-16T11:03:54","date_gmt":"2012-04-16T11:03:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=4752"},"modified":"2012-04-26T12:15:25","modified_gmt":"2012-04-26T12:15:25","slug":"pe-urmele-lui-zenon-on-zeno%e2%80%99s-footsteps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/04\/16\/pe-urmele-lui-zenon-on-zeno%e2%80%99s-footsteps\/","title":{"rendered":"Pe urmele lui Zenon \/ On Zeno\u2019s footsteps"},"content":{"rendered":"
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MARIANA GURZA<\/strong><\/p>\n

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PE URMELE LUI ZENON<\/strong><\/p>\n

On Zeno\u2019s footsteps<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0Coperta: Eric Bi Chen<\/p>\n

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Copiilor mei, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ioana – Valentina \u015fi Vlad – Gabriel<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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PREFA<\/em><\/strong>\u0162\u0102<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em>“Mariana Gurza ne invit\u0103 \u00eentr-o c\u0103l\u0103torie \u00een care recreaz\u0103 cu intensitate ad\u00e2ncurile \u015fi \u00een\u0103l\u0163imile experien\u0163ei umane \u015fi ne face s\u0103 vedem c\u00e2t de extraordinar\u0103 este via\u0163a noastr\u0103 de zi cu zi. Titlul antologiei ne sugereaz\u0103 c\u0103 este vorba de o recreare a unui stil neconven\u0163ional antic grecesc care ne \u00eencapsuleaz\u0103 \u00een mitul lui Zenon din Eleea (490 – 430 \u00ee.Hr.) \u015fi \u00eentr-o manier\u0103 original\u0103, subtil\u0103, profund\u0103 \u015fi de mod\u0103 veche, autoarea ne propune spre \u00eenc\u00e2ntare o colec\u0163ie de tr\u0103iri \u015fi transmut\u0103ri lirice. Aceast\u0103 colec\u0163ie are treizeci \u015fi cinci de poezii alese. Poemele Marianei Gurza, str\u0103lucit artizanale sunt perceptive la peisajul natural \u015fi \u00eentreb\u0103rile fundamentale ale vie\u0163ii \u015fi ale mor\u0163ii. Acest volum ofer\u0103 textul rom\u00e2nesc, original \u015fi omologul s\u0103u \u00een limba englez\u0103 pe pagini fa\u0163\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163\u0103. Traducerea lui George Anca surprinde cu ochi de \u015foim splendoarea originalului, transmite cu m\u0103iestrie frumuse\u0163ea poetic\u0103 \u015fi ritmul folosit, precum \u015fi complexitatea ad\u00e2ncimilor limbii autoarei Mariana Gurza. O profund\u0103 poezie de iubire. . . senzual\u0103, muzical\u0103 \u015fi delicat\u0103.” <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Ben Todica<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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The title of anthology suggests that it is question of recreation of an ancient unconventional Greek style which encapsulates us into the myth of Zeno from Eleea (490 \u2013 430 BC) and in original, subtle, profound and old fashioned manner, the author proposes to our delight a collection of lyrical feelings and transmutations. This collection has thirty five chosen poems. Brilliantly crafted, poems of Mariana Gurza are perceptive to natural landscape and fundamental questions of life and death. This volume offers Romanian original text and its homologue in English on opposite pages. Translation of George Anca surprises with hawk eye the splendor of original, transmits with mastery poetical beauty and used rhythm, as well as complexity of language depth of author Mariana Gurza. A profound love poetry… sensual, musical and delicate.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em>Ben Todica <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Nota traduc<\/em><\/strong>\u0103torului<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em>\u201eVrea s<\/em>\u0103 <\/em>detoneze egoismul din jur\u201d (Adrian Dinu Rachieru), \u201et<\/em>\u0103<\/em>cerea nu-i va z<\/em>\u0103<\/em>g<\/em>\u0103<\/em>zui sufletul\u201d (Eleonora Schipor), \u201eversurile devin universul <\/em>\u015f<\/em>i salvarea sa\u201d (Nina Ceranu). Ne except\u00e2nd roman<\/em>\u0163<\/em>ioase declara<\/em>\u0163<\/em>ii erotice, poemele Marianei Gurza (bucovineanc<\/em>\u0103 <\/em>n<\/em>\u0103<\/em>scut<\/em>\u0103 <\/em>\u00een Banat, mam<\/em>\u0103 <\/em>de copii), au mai mereu dimensiunile rug<\/em>\u0103<\/em>ciunii Tat<\/em>\u0103<\/em>l Nostru. Traduc<\/em>\u0103<\/em>torul a ascultat, concomitent, <\/em>\u015f<\/em>i c\u00e2ntece de Frank Sinatra, aleg\u00e2nd abia c\u00e2teva fulgura<\/em>\u0163<\/em>ii cvasi-mistice a<\/em>\u015f<\/em>ternute de-a lungul anilor <\/em>\u015f<\/em>i publicate \u00een volumele Paradox sentimental, Ed. Augusta, 1998; G\u00e2nduri nocturne, Ed. Augusta, 1999; Nevoia de a sfida t<\/em>\u0103<\/em>cerea, Ed. Augusta, 2000, Lumini <\/em>\u015f<\/em>i umbre, Ed.Augusta, 2001; Lacrima iubirii Ed. Artpress, 2003) . Ultimul strig<\/em>\u0103<\/em>t Eubeea, 2006). <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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George Anca <\/strong><\/p>\n

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Translator’s Note<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/em>\u201eShe wants to detonate the selfishness around\u201d (Adrian Dinu Rachieru), \u201esilence will not restrain her soul\u201d (Eleonora Schipor), \u201elyrics become her universe and salvation\u201d (Nina Ceranu). Not excepting romantic erotic statements, the poems of Marianei Gurza (with roots in Bucovina, born in Banat, mother of children), have almost always lengyh of Lord’s Prayer. Translator listened, concomitantly, also songs by Frank Sinatra, choosing only few quasi-mystical recalls written over the years and published in volumes: Paradox sentimental \/ Sentimental Paradox, Ed. Augusta, 1998; G\u00e2nduri nocturne \/ Night thoughts, Ed. Augusta, 1999; Nevoia de a sfida tacerea \/ Need to defy silence, Ed. Augusta, 2000, Lumini <\/em>\u015f<\/em>i umbre \/ Lights and shadows, Ed.Augusta, 2001; Lacrima iubirii \/ Tears of love, Ed. Artpress, 2003, Ultimul strig<\/em>\u0103<\/em>t \/ Last cry, Eubeea, 2006. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

George Anca <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0*<\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0102 UIT SPRE CER<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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N\u0103sc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 din nou,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iat\u0103-m\u0103!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am trecut prin furcile unui vis ur\u00e2t.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne\u015ftiut\u0103 de nimeni,<\/strong><\/p>\n

m-am \u00eempresurat \u00een suferin\u0163a-mi mut\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar acum, Doamne, m\u0103 desf\u0103t<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu darul t\u0103u de via\u0163\u0103 nou\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 pot r\u00e2de, s\u0103 pot pl\u00e2nge,<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 pot lupta, s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc,<\/strong><\/p>\n

precum \u00een neclintirea lor st\u00e2ncile.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I LOOK TO THE SKY<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Born again,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Here I am!<\/strong><\/p>\n

I went through an ugly dream forks.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unknown by anyone,<\/strong><\/p>\n

I encircled in my mute grief.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Yet now, o Lord, I am delighted<\/strong><\/p>\n

with your gift of new life,<\/strong><\/p>\n

for laughing, weeping,<\/strong><\/p>\n

fighting, living,<\/strong><\/p>\n

like rocks in their immobility.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CERUL PL\u00c2NGE \u00ceN INIMA MEA<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Am crezut c\u0103 travestindu-m\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een lumin\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een disperare<\/strong><\/p>\n

am s\u0103-\u0163i adorm imagina\u0163ia.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am reu\u015fit<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi z\u0103resc \u00eengerul<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103t\u0103cit de mine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-m\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een gestul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

de umilin\u0163\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 THE HEAVEN WEEPS IN MY HEART<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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I thought that disguising myself<\/strong><\/p>\n

as light,<\/strong><\/p>\n

as despair,<\/strong><\/p>\n

I would lull to sleep your imagination.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I succeeded<\/strong><\/p>\n

to glimmer my angel<\/strong><\/p>\n

lost from me,<\/strong><\/p>\n

searching for me<\/strong><\/p>\n

in my gesture<\/strong><\/p>\n

of humility.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/em><\/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 SPUNE-MI CINE SUNT<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Am crezut c\u0103 \u015ftii<\/strong><\/p>\n

cine sunt.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu m\u0103 credeam,<\/strong><\/p>\n

deopotriv\u0103 c\u0103 sunt<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi umbr\u0103 \u015fi fiin\u0163\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd mi-am dat seama<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103-n oglinda timpului<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu eram mai mult dec\u00e2t<\/strong><\/p>\n

un strig\u0103t,<\/strong><\/p>\n

un hohot de r\u00e2s,<\/strong><\/p>\n

o rochie alb\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

o flac\u0103r\u0103 de lum\u00e2nare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

un ou ro\u015fu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

o buc\u0103\u0163ic\u0103 de prescur\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

un ochi de lumin\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 TELL ME WHO I AM<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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I thought you know<\/strong><\/p>\n

who I am.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I thought I was<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

shadow and being.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Til I realized<\/strong><\/p>\n

that in time mirror<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was not more than<\/strong><\/p>\n

a cry,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a peal of laughter,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a white dress,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a candle flame,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a red egg,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a piece of wafer,<\/strong><\/p>\n

an eye of light.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ZBOR PRINTRE NORI<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Se f\u0103cea c\u0103 sunt pas\u0103re-n zbor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A c\u00e2ta din num\u0103r\u0103toarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

lui Dumnezeu?<\/strong><\/p>\n

A c\u00e2ta \u00eentoars\u0103 de v\u00e2nt?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pe mine ar trebui<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 m\u0103 recunoasc\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 g\u00e2nguritul meu s\u0103lbatic,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 cuiburile ascunse<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een clepsidra<\/strong><\/p>\n

timpului vame\u015f.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 FLIGHT AMIDST CLOUDS<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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It came as if I was a bird in flight.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Which one in the God\u2019s<\/strong><\/p>\n

counting?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Which one returned by wind?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I should be<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

after my wild prattle,<\/strong><\/p>\n

after nests hidden<\/strong><\/p>\n

in hourglass<\/strong><\/p>\n

of the time tax collector.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 PL\u00c2NG \u00ceN PRAG DE SEAR\u0102<\/strong><\/em><\/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 (Fiicei mele Ioana) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00een gr\u0103dina sufletul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-a f\u0103cut cuib o pas\u0103re c\u00e2nt\u0103toare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Are ceva de rug\u0103ciune,<\/strong><\/p>\n

de chemare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een dialogul ei<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu iasomia,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu v\u00e2ntul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu g\u00e2ndul\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei-a depus oul albastru<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een orbita de aur fals,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2ntul ei s-a limpezit<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca privirea mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 prima ploaie de lacrimi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I WEEP IN THE TRESHOLD OF NIGHT<\/strong><\/em><\/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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (To my daughter Ioana) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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In the garden of my soul<\/strong><\/p>\n

a singing bird made her nest.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It has something of prayer,<\/strong><\/p>\n

of call,<\/strong><\/p>\n

in her dialogue<\/strong><\/p>\n

with jasmine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

with wind,<\/strong><\/p>\n

with thought…<\/strong><\/p>\n

She laid her blue egg<\/strong><\/p>\n

in the false golden orbit,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and her song cleared<\/strong><\/p>\n

like my sight<\/strong><\/p>\n

after the first rain of tears.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ENIGMATIC E TOTUL<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Vorbele se a\u015faz\u0103 straniu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentre via\u0163\u0103 \u015fi alt univers.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Abisul?! Fie c\u00e2t mai departe!<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 citim despre el \u00een c\u0103r\u0163i!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Acum suntem aici, \u00een tabloul<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu iarna alb\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u00e2ine vom \u00een cel cu verdele-verde.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Desigur vor \u00eenflori \u015fi cai\u015fi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

se vor coace,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2mpiile vor rodi \u015fi ele,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca-n fiecare an.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vom fi aici s\u0103 le culegem.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Durerile, trec\u0103toare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi ele vor r\u0103m\u00e2ne singure.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\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 ENIGMATIC IS ALL<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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The words sit strangely<\/strong><\/p>\n

between life and another world.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Abyss? Be it as far as possible!<\/strong><\/p>\n

To read about it in books!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now we are here, in the picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

with white winter,<\/strong><\/p>\n

tomorrow we will be in green-green.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Of course apricot trees will as well bloom,<\/strong><\/p>\n

will ripen,<\/strong><\/p>\n

also the fields will bear fruit<\/strong><\/p>\n

as every year.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We will be here to collect them.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Even pains, transient,<\/strong><\/p>\n

will remain alone.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00ceNC\u0102P\u0102\u0162\u00c2NARE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Nu privi \u00eenapoi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

n-ai ce vedea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt eu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

o umbr\u0103 albastr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

alunec\u00e2nd agale<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe alei deja nuntite.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu asculta,<\/strong><\/p>\n

e g\u00e2ndul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u0103cinat de-o dragoste verde.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu vei auzi niciodat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015foaptele mele<\/strong><\/p>\n

metamorfozate \u00een boabe aurii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu te uita \u00een ochii mei:<\/strong><\/p>\n

vei vedea doar orbirea nop\u0163ii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015fa\u2026 eu m\u0103 voi pierde \u00een labirinturi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

t\u00e2njind dup\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015farea ta.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Do not look back,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nothing is to be seen.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It\u2019s me,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a blue shadow<\/strong><\/p>\n

gliding slowly<\/strong><\/p>\n

on already wedded alleys.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Do not listen,<\/strong><\/p>\n

it is my thought<\/strong><\/p>\n

ground by a green love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

You will never hear<\/strong><\/p>\n

my whispers<\/strong><\/p>\n

metamorphosed in golden grain.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Do not look in my eyes:<\/strong><\/p>\n

you will see only the night blindness.<\/strong><\/p>\n

So… I\u2019ll lose myself in labyrinths,<\/strong><\/p>\n

pining after your embrace.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0102 UIME\u015eTI, PRIETENE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

cu dorin\u0163a ta de a merge<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe urmele sfin\u0163ilor,<\/strong><\/p>\n

de a te \u00eentoarce spre tine \u00eensu\u0163i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar nu-mi vorbe\u015fti<\/strong><\/p>\n

despre pelerinii \u00eempro\u015fca\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu noroi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen lumea ta interioar\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ai un r\u0103spuns,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u015fa cum \u015fi eu \u00eel am<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een zilele cernite<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd totul pare<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103-mi scap\u0103 printre degete.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 YOU AMAZE ME, FRIEND<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

with your desire to walk<\/strong><\/p>\n

on traces of the saints<\/strong><\/p>\n

to return toward self.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But you don\u2019t talk to me<\/strong><\/p>\n

about pilgrims splashed<\/strong><\/p>\n

with mud.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In your interior world<\/strong><\/p>\n

you have an answer,<\/strong><\/p>\n

as I also have it<\/strong><\/p>\n

in gloomy days<\/strong><\/p>\n

when everything seems<\/strong><\/p>\n

to slip out of my hands.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 IMAGINEA INFINITULUI<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Terminase\u015fi cartea \u201er\u0103zbelului\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u015fa mi te-am \u00eentip\u0103rit \u00een inima mea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca pe-o stea<\/strong><\/p>\n

sub lumina g\u00e2ndului t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

bun de pus pe rana copilului<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce-ai r\u0103mas.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Spune-mi ce-ai v\u0103zut<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een alt\u0103 via\u0163\u0103 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ai reu\u015fit s\u0103 numeri stelele,<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 te-mpodobe\u015fti<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu nestemata d\u0103ruit\u0103 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sau ai r\u0103mas doar cu imaginea<\/strong><\/p>\n

infinitului?<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 PICTURE INFINITY<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You had ended the book of \u201cwar\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

thus I printed you in my heart,<\/strong><\/p>\n

like a star<\/strong><\/p>\n

under your thought light<\/strong><\/p>\n

good to cure wound of child<\/strong><\/p>\n

that you remained.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tell me what have you seen<\/strong><\/p>\n

in other life?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Did you succeed to count the stars,<\/strong><\/p>\n

to adorn yourself<\/strong><\/p>\n

with presented gem?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Or did you kept only image<\/strong><\/p>\n

of the infinity?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u0102UTARE DE SINE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Memoria e mimoza pudica <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Azi se deschide cu d\u0103ruire,<\/strong><\/p>\n

m\u00e2ine e golit\u0103 de sensuri.<\/strong><\/p>\n

La fiecare atingere<\/strong><\/p>\n

omul se str\u00e2nge-n sine<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-se<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een prima urm\u0103 din lutul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0163inut \u00een palm\u0103 de Dumnezeu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

La picioarele lui,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eengenunchind umil,<\/strong><\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2ntescul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 SEARCH FOR SEALF<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

The memory is mimosa pudica <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

today it opens with abnegation,<\/strong><\/p>\n

tomorrow is emptied by senses.<\/strong><\/p>\n

At each touching<\/strong><\/p>\n

man hauls inside<\/strong><\/p>\n

searching for self<\/strong><\/p>\n

in the first trace on clay<\/strong><\/p>\n

kept in palm by God.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Kneeling conceited,<\/strong><\/p>\n

at his feet:<\/strong><\/p>\n

the earthling.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0102 TEM PENTRU TINE, FIULE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cenainte de a fi tu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

fiule,<\/strong><\/p>\n

am fost eu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a fost dorul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

luminos c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u00een cuvinte,<\/strong><\/p>\n

luminos c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u00een sufletul meu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei ai venit,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca un galop de verde crud\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

De aceea, prim\u0103vara asta,<\/strong><\/p>\n

prinde-o, dragul meu, la rever<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi arat-o zilei de m\u00e2ine,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd b\u0103rba\u0163ii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu caii lor umbla\u0163i,<\/strong><\/p>\n

vor veni la popasul<\/strong><\/p>\n

b\u0103rba\u0163ilor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I AM AFRAID FOR YOU, SON<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before being you,<\/strong><\/p>\n

son,<\/strong><\/p>\n

it was me,<\/strong><\/p>\n

it was the luminous<\/strong><\/p>\n

longing singing words,<\/strong><\/p>\n

luminously singing in my soul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And you came,<\/strong><\/p>\n

like a gallop of green green…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Therefore, this spring,<\/strong><\/p>\n

pin it, my dear, to the lapel<\/strong><\/p>\n

and show it to the tomorrow,<\/strong><\/p>\n

when those<\/strong><\/p>\n

with traveled horses<\/strong><\/p>\n

will come to the halt<\/strong><\/p>\n

of men.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 VREMURI CRUDE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00centr-o sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

mama a uitat<\/strong><\/p>\n

afar\u0103 sacul cu sare<\/strong><\/p>\n

diminea\u0163a era o mare s\u0103rat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tata \u015fi-a l\u0103sat coasa<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe marginea acestei m\u0103ri<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-a ruginit\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Primului copil n\u0103scut<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een seara aceea<\/strong><\/p>\n

i se arg\u0103sise pielea\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

A fost primul semn<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103 era timpul s\u0103 ne rug\u0103m,<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 oprim pu\u0163in vremea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi s-o culc\u0103m l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103lzind-o ca pe<\/strong><\/p>\n

pruncul p\u0103r\u0103sit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 GREEN TIMES<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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One evening<\/strong><\/p>\n

mother forgot<\/strong><\/p>\n

outside the sack with salt<\/strong><\/p>\n

the morning was a salt see.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Father left his scythe<\/strong><\/p>\n

on edge of this sea<\/strong><\/p>\n

and it rusted…<\/strong><\/p>\n

First child born<\/strong><\/p>\n

that evening<\/strong><\/p>\n

had his skin tanned…<\/strong><\/p>\n

It was the first sign<\/strong><\/p>\n

that time for pray arrived,<\/strong><\/p>\n

to stop for a while<\/strong><\/p>\n

and lay it near us<\/strong><\/p>\n

heating it like<\/strong><\/p>\n

the abandoned child.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 S\u0102 O PORT EU \u00ceNS\u0102MI<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pentru actul doi<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe care acum \u00eel scrii<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0163i propun s\u0103 devii<\/strong><\/p>\n

bobul de nisip<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103mas pe talpa vremii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vei afla,<\/strong><\/p>\n

din unghiul acela,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 povara<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe care o port<\/strong><\/p>\n

eu \u00eens\u0103mi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare zi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare anotimp\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 TO WEAR IT MYSELF<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For second act<\/strong><\/p>\n

now within writing<\/strong><\/p>\n

you intend to become<\/strong><\/p>\n

the grain of sand<\/strong><\/p>\n

remained on time sole<\/strong><\/p>\n

which I carry<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

every day<\/strong><\/p>\n

every season.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 POEZIE \u00ceN VERS ALB<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Semn c\u0103 poezia tr\u0103ie\u015fte<\/strong><\/p>\n

e versul alb<\/strong><\/p>\n

care a \u00een\u015felat rima.<\/strong><\/p>\n

De aici \u00eencepe poezia<\/strong><\/p>\n

de la fotografia asta<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe care \u0163i-am l\u0103sat-o<\/strong><\/p>\n

la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu c\u00e2teva r\u00e2nduri oblice<\/strong><\/p>\n

dintr-un manuscris<\/strong><\/p>\n

din care,<\/strong><\/p>\n

prieten drag,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ai rupt o fil\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ai ars-o \u00eentr-o \u0163igar\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenainte de a te vindeca<\/strong><\/p>\n

de mine.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\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 POEM IN WHITE VERSE<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Sign that poetry lives<\/strong><\/p>\n

is the white verse<\/strong><\/p>\n

which cheated the rhyme.<\/strong><\/p>\n

From here the poetry starts<\/strong><\/p>\n

from this photograph<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left<\/strong><\/p>\n

at your hand<\/strong><\/p>\n

with some oblique lines<\/strong><\/p>\n

out of a manuscript<\/strong><\/p>\n

from which,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dear friend,<\/strong><\/p>\n

you torn a page,<\/strong><\/p>\n

you burnt it in a cigarette,<\/strong><\/p>\n

before getting cured<\/strong><\/p>\n

of me.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Spre lumea Lui<\/strong><\/p>\n

toate podurile au fost ridicate.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Trebuia s\u0103 dau vam\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi timpului,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi icoanelor vindec\u0103toare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi ultimului cal<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce rupsese z\u0103bala.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ultimul ban,<\/strong><\/p>\n

fierbinte din palma mea<\/strong><\/p>\n

a r\u0103mas<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca un c\u00e2ntec pe buze<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te surprinde<\/strong><\/p>\n

asem\u0103narea perfect\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu cel din vis.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Toward His world<\/strong><\/p>\n

all bridges have been raised.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I had to give toll<\/strong><\/p>\n

also to the time,<\/strong><\/p>\n

to healing icons,<\/strong><\/p>\n

to last horse<\/strong><\/p>\n

which has broken the bit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hot in my hand,<\/strong><\/p>\n

the last penny<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

like a song on lips<\/strong><\/p>\n

when one is surprised<\/strong><\/p>\n

by perfect likeness<\/strong><\/p>\n

with one from the dream<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0102 DOARE \u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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Trasvestiul din urm\u0103 al bunicului,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca noi s\u0103 nu-l recunoa\u015ftem,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a fost unul \u015fi-n F\u0103t Frumos.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era la fel,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu calul s\u0103u n\u0103zdr\u0103van,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu eternitatea fa\u0163\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een spate cu vie\u0163ile anterioare,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu alte travestiuri\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Intr-unul era aidoma un sf\u00e2nt.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bunica cro\u015fetase pentru el<\/strong><\/p>\n

o tichie de m\u0103rg\u0103ritar,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een alta un nimb str\u0103lucitor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poate c\u0103 m-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu el \u00eentr-o poveste,<\/strong><\/p>\n

sau poate l-au v\u0103zut<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe vreun zid cu graffiti,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-am dorit s\u0103 fie bunicul meu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 YOUR PAIN HURTS ME<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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To be not recognized by us,<\/strong><\/p>\n

grandfather\u2019s latter disguise<\/strong><\/p>\n

was into Prince Charming.<\/strong><\/p>\n

He was the same,<\/strong><\/p>\n

with his wonder-horse,<\/strong><\/p>\n

eternity in front of him,<\/strong><\/p>\n

anterior lives backward,<\/strong><\/p>\n

other disguises.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In one he was like a saint.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Grandmother had crochet for him<\/strong><\/p>\n

a cap of pearls,<\/strong><\/p>\n

in other a bright halo.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Perhaps I met him<\/strong><\/p>\n

into a tale,<\/strong><\/p>\n

or I saw him<\/strong><\/p>\n

on some wall with graffiti,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I wanted to be my grandfather.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\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 (Fiului meu Vlad) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sunt ca o frunz\u0103 \u00eennourat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103zut\u0103 la picioarele tale Iisuse,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar rug\u0103ciuniile \u00eemi dau putere<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 at\u00e2ta zbucium \u015fi durere.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e drag copilul meu, azi iar\u0103\u015fi \u00eencercat<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei nu-mi pot st\u0103vili pornirea;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din lacrimi un \u00eenger am \u00eengem\u0103nat<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103-i fie lui al\u0103turi m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 sfin\u0163ii mi-au auzit ruga,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar \u015ftiu c\u0103 dincolo de nouri<\/strong><\/p>\n

Privirea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u015fi blajin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vegheaz\u0103 \u015fi este printre noi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\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 HUMILITY<\/strong><\/em><\/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\u00a0\u00a0 (To my son Vlad) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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I\u2019m like a cloudy leaf<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fallen to your feet, Jesus.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Only prayers still give me power<\/strong><\/p>\n

After so much struggle and sorrow.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My beloved child is tried again now<\/strong><\/p>\n

And I can not stop the start;<\/strong><\/p>\n

I made a twin angel out of my tears<\/strong><\/p>\n

To stay with him as stroking.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I do not know if saints heard my prayers,<\/strong><\/p>\n

But I know that beyond the clouds<\/strong><\/p>\n

the saint and gentle sight<\/strong><\/p>\n

Watches and is among us.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ne \u00eenv\u00e2rtim \u00een cercuri acrobatice,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fiecare vrea s\u0103 par\u0103 mai tenace,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftim nici c\u00e2nd s\u0103 ne oprim,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar spectaculos ne rostogolim.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Politica a devenit o poezie,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rima este mai mult \u00eemperecheat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Versu-i plin de promisiuni \u015fi nostalgie,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ritmul e alert \u015fi strofa deja globalizat\u0103\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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We wind in acrobatic circles,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everyone wants to look more tenacious,<\/strong><\/p>\n

We know neither when to stop,<\/strong><\/p>\n

But we roll spectacularly.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Politics became a poem,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rhyme is mostly paired,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Verse is full of promises and nostalgia,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rhythm is alert and stanza already globalized.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Mi-e dor de tine tat\u0103, mi-e tare dor<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi Doamne, grea este desp\u0103r\u0163irea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi n-am \u015ftiut c\u0103 o s\u0103 mori,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dorindu-te mereu, aievea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu \u015ftiu dac\u0103 am gre\u015fit vreodat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi tare-a\u015f vrea ca s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u0163i,<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 fiu cu inima-mp\u0103cat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103 te-odihne\u015fti printre cei drep\u0163i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 DAD, I MISS YOU<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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I miss you, dad, so much I miss you,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and, God, hard is the split<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I didn\u2019t know you\u2019ll die<\/strong><\/p>\n

wishing you all the time alive.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I do not know if ever erred<\/strong><\/p>\n

and hardly want you forgive me<\/strong><\/p>\n

with reconciled heart I\u2019d be<\/strong><\/p>\n

that you rest among the fair.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Unde e\u015fti bunicule, uitat printre str\u0103ini<\/strong><\/p>\n

aruncat \u00eentr-un col\u0163 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0163i-o fi pus cineva o cruce,<\/strong><\/p>\n

fiind rom\u00e2n,<\/strong><\/p>\n

sau te-au batjocorit<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi te-au f\u0103cut scrum?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ridic\u0103-te din morm\u00e2nt \u015fi spune,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce hain\u0103 e haina \u00een \u0163ara-nstr\u0103inat\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

strig\u0103 c\u00e2t po\u0163i s\u0103 te-aud\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ardealul , Banatul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce mo\u015f bucovinean ar fi avut Regatul!<\/strong><\/p>\n

De ce te-au schingiuit, biet rom\u00e2n<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi t\u0103lpile b\u0103tute \u0163i-au fost,<\/strong><\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 hran\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 apa.<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu capu-n jos?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ridic\u0103-te \u015fi poveste\u015fte-mi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce \u0163i-a f\u0103cut str\u0103inul<\/strong><\/p>\n

de ce ne-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat din nou?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce-\u0163i spun sfin\u0163ii \u00een ad\u00e2ncuri,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce mai face Cern\u0103u\u0163iul?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Where are you grandpa, forgotten among strangers<\/strong><\/p>\n

thrown into a corner of ground,<\/strong><\/p>\n

did someone put to you a cross,<\/strong><\/p>\n

being Romanian,<\/strong><\/p>\n

or they have mocked you<\/strong><\/p>\n

and made you ash?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stand up from the grave and say<\/strong><\/p>\n

what cloth is a cloth in the alienated country,<\/strong><\/p>\n

cry as to be heard by<\/strong><\/p>\n

Transylvania, Banat,<\/strong><\/p>\n

what Bucovina\u2019s old the Kingdom would have got!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Why did they tortured you, poor Romanian,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and your soles were beaten,<\/strong><\/p>\n

without food, without water,<\/strong><\/p>\n

with head downward?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Stand up and tell me<\/strong><\/p>\n

what did the stranger to you,<\/strong><\/p>\n

why are we removed again?<\/strong><\/p>\n

What saints are telling you in the depths,<\/strong><\/p>\n

how Chernovtsi is doing?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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E frig \u00een cas\u0103, \u00een trupu-i ger,<\/strong><\/p>\n

golit de vise \u015fi speran\u0163e,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

se plimb\u0103 un \u015fomer<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu lacrimile \u00eenghe\u0163ate.<\/strong><\/p>\n

E greu s\u0103 mearg\u0103 mai departe,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd buzunarul \u00eei lipse\u015fte<\/strong><\/p>\n

urze\u015fte iar minciuni frumose<\/strong><\/p>\n

g\u00e2ndindu-se la ce-o s\u0103 pun\u0103 iar pe mas\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

copiilor ne\u00een\u0163eleg\u0103tori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei iar privind cerul rug\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

cer\u015find din mila cea cre\u015ftin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ar vrea un trai mai bun, un ban cinstit<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu s\u0103 mai cer\u015feasc\u0103 \u00een bisericile pline.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar nu i-a venit \u015fomajul,<\/strong><\/p>\n

v\u00e2rsta nu-i permite s\u0103 munceasc\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103ci vezi doamne,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dac\u0103 nu e\u015fti t\u00e2n\u0103r<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu mai ai azi nici o \u015fans\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd un trec\u0103tor<\/strong><\/p>\n

la fel de trist<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eei pune un b\u0103nu\u0163 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103rac \u015fomer, umil \u00eencepi s\u0103 pl\u00e2ngi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi fugi speriat s-aprinzi o lum\u00e2nare;<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103ci Doamne, bine-i printre sfin\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd doar lor po\u0163i s\u0103 le spui ce doare!<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 LONE UNEMPLOYED<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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It\u2019s cold in house, his body frost,<\/strong><\/p>\n

empty of dreams and hopes,<\/strong><\/p>\n

lost,<\/strong><\/p>\n

an unemployed walks<\/strong><\/p>\n

with frozen tears.<\/strong><\/p>\n

It\u2019s hard to go farther,<\/strong><\/p>\n

when pocket is missing<\/strong><\/p>\n

he warps again beautiful lies<\/strong><\/p>\n

thinking to what will he put on the table<\/strong><\/p>\n

of unreasonable children.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And looking again beseechingly to sky,<\/strong><\/p>\n

begging the mercy the Christian,<\/strong><\/p>\n

he would want a better life, an honest penny,<\/strong><\/p>\n

to beg no more in full churches.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Again his grant didn\u2019t arrive,<\/strong><\/p>\n

the age doesn\u2019t permit him to work<\/strong><\/p>\n

for see, Lord,<\/strong><\/p>\n

if one isn\u2019t young<\/strong><\/p>\n

do not have any chance left.<\/strong><\/p>\n

From time to time a passer by<\/strong><\/p>\n

as sad as him<\/strong><\/p>\n

put in his hand a penny.<\/strong><\/p>\n

You humble unemployed start to cry<\/strong><\/p>\n

and run scared to light a candle;<\/strong><\/p>\n

for Lord, how well it\u2019s among saints<\/strong><\/p>\n

when only them one can say what it hurts.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Spre infinit m-a\u015f duce<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu un c\u00e2ntec de dor p\u0103g\u00e2n,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-n lacrimi tremur\u00e2nde,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a\u015f sem\u0103na iubiri;<\/strong><\/p>\n

m-a\u015f prinde printre stele<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu m\u00e2inile de flori,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-a\u015f \u00eengenunchia o lume,<\/strong><\/p>\n

o lume plin\u0103 de erori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I\u2019d go to infinity<\/strong><\/p>\n

with a pagan song of longing,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and in trembling tears<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019d sow love;<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019d hung among stars<\/strong><\/p>\n

with hands of flowers<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I\u2019d subdue a world,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a world full of errors.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Trec\u0103torule,<\/strong><\/p>\n

prive\u015fte \u00een jurul t\u0103u<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi spune-mi ce vezi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cum arat\u0103 ochii copiilor,<\/strong><\/p>\n

ai b\u0103tr\u00e2nilor,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2t de elegante sunt mamele,<\/strong><\/p>\n

mamele noastre?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce sim\u0163i c\u00e2nd vezi at\u00e2ta triste\u0163e<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce sim\u0163i c\u00e2nd vine un biet copil<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-\u0163i cere un ban pentru un corn?<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eentreb \u015fi eu ce ne-a schimbat<\/strong><\/p>\n

de-am devenit at\u00e2t de indiferen\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

fa\u0163\u0103 de cei pe care \u00eei vedem zilnic<\/strong><\/p>\n

zgribuli\u0163i \u015fi tulbura\u0163i<\/strong><\/p>\n

de mersul rapid al anotimpurilor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Passer by,<\/strong><\/p>\n

look around you<\/strong><\/p>\n

and tell me what you see.<\/strong><\/p>\n

How look lin<\/strong><\/p>\n

ke the eyes of children,<\/strong><\/p>\n

of old people,<\/strong><\/p>\n

how much elegant are mothers,<\/strong><\/p>\n

our mothers?<\/strong><\/p>\n

What you feel seeing so much sadness,<\/strong><\/p>\n

what you feel when a poor child comes<\/strong><\/p>\n

and begs a penny for a roll?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wonder what changed us<\/strong><\/p>\n

to become so indifferent<\/strong><\/p>\n

to those we see daily<\/strong><\/p>\n

shivering and distressed<\/strong><\/p>\n

by rapid going of the seasons.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (Fiicei mele Ioana) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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L\u0103sa\u0163i caii s\u0103 zburde pe c\u00e2mpiile-ntinse<\/strong><\/p>\n

Liberi \u00een jocul nebunesc de alt\u0103 dat\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

F\u0103r\u0103 poveri \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 lan\u0163uri groase<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 simt\u0103 ce-i aceea via\u0163\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u0103sa\u0163i florile s\u0103 creasc\u0103 unde e verde<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei mugurii p\u0103stra\u0163i \u00eenroura\u0163i de zori,<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 nasc\u0103 \u00een soarele viselor crude,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen via\u0163a aceasta plin\u0103 de erori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u0103sa\u0163i-mi g\u00e2ndul ne\u00eentinat<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dogorind \u00een iubiri pierdute,<\/strong><\/p>\n

L\u0103sa\u0163i-mi sufletul curat<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei visele pl\u0103p\u00e2nde\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\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 (To my daughter Ioana) <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Let horses wander on the spread plains<\/strong><\/p>\n

Free in the crazy game of other days,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Without burdens and heavy chains<\/strong><\/p>\n

To feel how life is like.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Let flowers grow where it is green<\/strong><\/p>\n

And buds kept dewy up to dawn<\/strong><\/p>\n

to bear in the sun of green dreams<\/strong><\/p>\n

In this life full of errors.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Let my thought undefiled<\/strong><\/p>\n

scorching of love lost<\/strong><\/p>\n

Let my soul clean,<\/strong><\/p>\n

And dreams green…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Limita incon\u015ftien\u0163ei cine-o va g\u0103si<\/strong><\/p>\n

acum c\u00e2nd suntem la r\u0103scruce?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cine va da r\u0103spuns pentru multe s\u0103r\u0103cii<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce-mi zbucium\u0103 neamul \u015fi \u00eel duce?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Suntem prea mici \u00een marea b\u0103t\u0103lie,<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe care al\u0163ii o pornesc abrupt.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce se va-nt\u00e2mla cu-aceast\u0103 glie<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd azi d\u0103m totul cu-mprumut?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nu mai avem nimic bun,totu-i putregai?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unii v\u00e2nd str\u0103inilor \u00een disperare;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noi r\u0103m\u00e2nem cu bruma noastr\u0103 de m\u0103lai,<\/strong><\/p>\n

pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd la morm\u00e2ntul lui Stefan cel Mare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oare nu \u015ftim s\u0103 pre\u0163uim p\u0103m\u00e2ntul<\/strong><\/p>\n

ce ne-a fost dat din veacuri de str\u0103mo\u015fi?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ce treb\u0103-avem noi cu str\u0103inul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi cu al\u0163i rechini scor\u0163o\u015fi?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Who will get limit of Unconsciousness<\/strong><\/p>\n

Now that we are at crossroads?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Who will answer for many poor<\/strong><\/p>\n

struggling and taking away my dear?<\/strong><\/p>\n

We are too little in the great fight,<\/strong><\/p>\n

that others do with abrupt start.<\/strong><\/p>\n

What will it happen with this land<\/strong><\/p>\n

When we are giving all at lend?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nothing good left, everything rot?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Some desperately sell to unknown;<\/strong><\/p>\n

We stay with a smattering of corn<\/strong><\/p>\n

crying at Stephen the Great\u2019s tomb.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t we know land feathers<\/strong><\/p>\n

given in ages by forefathers?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Is for us better<\/strong><\/p>\n

with shakes together?<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Omul \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 pentru a fi \u00een\u0163elept;<\/strong><\/p>\n

prostul cultiv\u0103 legumele altora<\/strong><\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 a \u00een\u0163elege<\/strong><\/p>\n

care este r\u0103d\u0103cina<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi pe unde curge seva.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poetul scrie doar pentru a fi numit<\/strong><\/p>\n

un biet scrib<\/strong><\/p>\n

la curtea lumii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oamenii iubesc pentru c\u0103 trebuie<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Exist\u0103 o lege nescris\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

care ne oblig\u0103 la iubire.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar cum iubirea a devenit o rela\u0163ie<\/strong><\/p>\n

dintre cerere \u015fi ofert\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nimeni nu este suficient de bogat<\/strong><\/p>\n

pentru a cump\u0103ra iubirea…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Man learns in order to be wise;<\/strong><\/p>\n

the stupid cultivates vegetables of others<\/strong><\/p>\n

without understanding<\/strong><\/p>\n

which is the root<\/strong><\/p>\n

and by where the sap flows.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Poet writes only to be called<\/strong><\/p>\n

a poor scribe<\/strong><\/p>\n

at world\u2019s court.<\/strong><\/p>\n

People love for they have<\/strong><\/p>\n

to love…<\/strong><\/p>\n

There is an unwritten law<\/strong><\/p>\n

which obliges us to love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But as love became a relation<\/strong><\/p>\n

between supply and demand,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nobody is sufficiently rich<\/strong><\/p>\n

to buy the love…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Limba noastr\u0103, ca petalele unui trandafir,<\/strong><\/p>\n

am g\u0103sit-o \u00eentr-un col\u0163, aruncat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

la garderoba unui teatru.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am \u00eenfiorat c\u00e2nd am v\u0103zut-o;<\/strong><\/p>\n

ofilit\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103lcat\u0103 \u00een picioare<\/strong><\/p>\n

de \u00eenc\u00e2l\u0163\u0103ri murdare<\/strong><\/p>\n

dar cu etichete str\u0103ine.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Limba noastr\u0103 doine\u015fte singur\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi sufer\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

sper\u00e2nd la o vitaminizare<\/strong><\/p>\n

pur Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Limba noastr\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2ne Sf\u00e2nt\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deoarece,<\/strong><\/p>\n

acolo sus, \u00een cer,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

I-a dat binecuv\u00e2ntarea<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103 de la facerea lumii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Our language, like petals of a rose,<\/strong><\/p>\n

I found it into a corner, thrown<\/strong><\/p>\n

At a theater wardrobe.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I shivered when I saw it;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wilted,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

By dirty shoes<\/strong><\/p>\n

But with foreign labels.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our language sings alone<\/strong><\/p>\n

And suffer<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hoping vitamins<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pure Romanian.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our language remains saint<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Up there, in heaven,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

Blessed it<\/strong><\/p>\n

Since the creation of the world.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eu stau ascunsa pe un \u0163\u0103rm,<\/strong><\/p>\n

tu stai ascuns \u00een \u00een\u0103l\u0163imi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00centre noi \u2013 un ocean \u2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne va desp\u0103r\u0163i \u00eentotdeauna.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Singur\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

caut urma pa\u015filor r\u0103t\u0103ci\u0163i;<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntata-n valuri<\/strong><\/p>\n

privesc infinitul c\u0103ut\u00e2nd\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Speran\u0163a alearg\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe un catarg \u00eensorit,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi c\u00e2ntecul se odihne\u015fte…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din versuri am \u00eendr\u0103znit<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103-mi fac harf\u0103 g\u00e2ndului<\/strong><\/p>\n

din lacrimi<\/strong><\/p>\n

oglind\u0103 dorului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 LONGING MIRROR<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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I stand on a hidden shore,<\/strong><\/p>\n

you stay hidden in heights.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Between us -an ocean<\/strong><\/p>\n

will always broke us up.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

I search for lost steps trace;<\/strong><\/p>\n

Clothed in waves<\/strong><\/p>\n

I look to infinity searching…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hope runs<\/strong><\/p>\n

on a sunny mast,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and the song rests…<\/strong><\/p>\n

From lyrics I dared<\/strong><\/p>\n

to make harp for my thought<\/strong><\/p>\n

from tears<\/strong><\/p>\n

longing mirror.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Am prins triste\u0163ea-n m\u00e2ini<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-am \u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntat-o-n lacrimi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I-am dat bine\u0163e sur\u00e2sului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi am \u00eenchinat pelin<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een cupe de nostalgie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-am prins dorul \u00een plete<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi i-am dat culoare nop\u0163ii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

apoi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

am fugit…<\/strong><\/p>\n

M\u0103 temeam.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Alergam \u00eenfrigurat\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

spre un sfe\u015fnic pribeag<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eentocmai ca Zenon.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ne-am surprins am\u00e2ndoi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een noapte \u00eentreb\u00e2nd…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I caught sadness in hands<\/strong><\/p>\n

and clothed it in tears.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I welcomed the smile<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I toasted wormwood wine<\/strong><\/p>\n

in cups of nostalgia.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I hung the longing in my locks<\/strong><\/p>\n

an gave color to the night,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

I ran…<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was afraid.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I ran trembling<\/strong><\/p>\n

toward a vagrant candlestick<\/strong><\/p>\n

just like Zeno.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We surprised each other<\/strong><\/p>\n

wondering in the night<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Un meloman<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi scrie cu f\u00e2\u015fii de lumin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

g\u00e2ndurile,<\/strong><\/p>\n

sem\u0103n\u00e2nd \u00een lini\u015fte<\/strong><\/p>\n

mugurii credin\u0163ei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015fteapt\u0103 un r\u0103s\u0103rit,<\/strong><\/p>\n

un apus …<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen jur c\u00e2ntec,<\/strong><\/p>\n

un c\u00e2ntec trist,<\/strong><\/p>\n

amar;<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi melomanul a\u015fteapt\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u015fteapt\u0103 s\u0103 soarb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

din carafa cu vin ro\u015fu<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi s\u0103-\u015fi purifice chipul<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een oglinzi efemere.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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A music lover<\/strong><\/p>\n

writes with light strips<\/strong><\/p>\n

his thoughts,<\/strong><\/p>\n

sowing quietly<\/strong><\/p>\n

faith buds.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Waits a sunrise,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a sunset…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Song around,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a sad,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

song;<\/strong><\/p>\n

and music lover waits.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Waits to sip<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

from carafe of red wine<\/strong><\/p>\n

and to purify his face<\/strong><\/p>\n

into ephemeral mirrors.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Sufletul meu<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu se deosebe\u015fte cu nimic<\/strong><\/p>\n

de sufletul t\u0103u.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Inima mea poate<\/strong><\/p>\n

s\u0103 aib\u0103 iriz\u0103ri viorii,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een rest nu v\u0103d<\/strong><\/p>\n

de ce-mi s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103 picioarele<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd tu aduci imen\u015fi iri\u015fi<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-i la\u015fi prea departe de ziua<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een care dragostea ar trebui s\u0103 \u00eenvie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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My soul<\/strong><\/p>\n

doesn\u2019t differ at all<\/strong><\/p>\n

from your soul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My heart can have<\/strong><\/p>\n

violet blue iridescence,<\/strong><\/p>\n

otherwise I don\u2019t see<\/strong><\/p>\n

why my feet bleed<\/strong><\/p>\n

when you bring huge irises<\/strong><\/p>\n

and leave them too far from the day<\/strong><\/p>\n

in which love should revive.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Eram frumoas\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd te a\u015fteptam.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar a trecut ceva vreme<\/strong><\/p>\n

de c\u00e2nd noi doi<\/strong><\/p>\n

ne-am leg\u0103nat<\/strong><\/p>\n

pe dou\u0103 curcubee,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dup\u0103 ce ploaia<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-a sp\u0103lat buzele<\/strong><\/p>\n

de s\u0103rut\u0103rile tale.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei totu\u015fi inima mea,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00eenvelit\u0103 \u00een iubirea ta,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a p\u0103strat<\/strong><\/p>\n

pecetea sacr\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

cu care tu m-ai<\/strong><\/p>\n

atins cu iubire,<\/strong><\/p>\n

acolo,<\/strong><\/p>\n

printre nouri,<\/strong><\/p>\n

printre culori<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi fulgere<\/strong><\/p>\n

irosite de iubiri\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I was beautiful<\/strong><\/p>\n

when waiting for you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But it\u2019s been a while<\/strong><\/p>\n

since we two<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

on two rainbows<\/strong><\/p>\n

after rain<\/strong><\/p>\n

washed my lips<\/strong><\/p>\n

of your kisses.<\/strong><\/p>\n

And yet my heart,<\/strong><\/p>\n

wrapped in your love,<\/strong><\/p>\n

has kept<\/strong><\/p>\n

the sacred seal<\/strong><\/p>\n

of your<\/strong><\/p>\n

loving touch,<\/strong><\/p>\n

there,<\/strong><\/p>\n

among clouds<\/strong><\/p>\n

colors,<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

wasted by loves.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00cemi bate \u00een geam o ramur\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

ca o lacrim\u0103 pustiit\u0103,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu-mi spune nimic,<\/strong><\/p>\n

doar tremur\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi-o v\u0103d tot mai ofilit\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Deschid geamul \u015fi simt<\/strong><\/p>\n

r\u0103ceala stropului de lume;<\/strong><\/p>\n

pl\u00e2ng \u015fi eu,<\/strong><\/p>\n

nu pot s\u0103 tac,<\/strong><\/p>\n

dar simt,<\/strong><\/p>\n

c\u0103 n-am ce-i spune.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Norii s-au cuib\u0103rit la s\u00e2n,<\/strong><\/p>\n

mi-e greu s\u0103-i \u00eenc\u0103lzesc,<\/strong><\/p>\n

sunt reci,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015fi simt c\u0103 mi-e st\u0103p\u00e2n<\/strong><\/p>\n

doar Domnul cel ceresc.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 SAD BRANCHES<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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A branch beats in my window<\/strong><\/p>\n

like a desolate tear,<\/strong><\/p>\n

it doesn\u2019t say anything to me,<\/strong><\/p>\n

only trembles<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I see it more and more wilted.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I open the window and feel<\/strong><\/p>\n

the drop world coldness;<\/strong><\/p>\n

I cry too,<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can not shut,<\/strong><\/p>\n

but I feel<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have nothing to say.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Clouds have been nesting at my breast,<\/strong><\/p>\n

it\u2019s hard to warm them up,<\/strong><\/p>\n

they are cold,<\/strong><\/p>\n

and I feel my master is<\/strong><\/p>\n

only God in heaven.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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MARIANA GURZA\/PE URMELE LUI ZENON\/On Zeno\u2019s footsteps\/<\/strong><\/p>\n

Translation by George ANCA<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Editura Timpolis, Timi\u015foara, 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n

2.Bunicul \u2013 Recita actorul Florin Nan, versuri Mariana Gurza, cineast Ben Todica Australia<\/a><\/p>\n

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