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MARIANA GURZA

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PE URMELE LUI ZENONOn Zenos footsteps


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Tehnoredactor: Vasile GurzaCoperta: Eric Bi Chen

Consilier editorial: GEORGE ANCA

Traducere de George ANCA

Mariana Gurza Editura Timpolis, 2012

Descrierea CIP a Bibliotecii Naionale a RomnieiGURZA, MARIANAPe urmele lui Zenon/ On Zenos footsteps / Mariana Gurza.-Timioara : Timpolis , 2012 ISBN : 978-606-8355-09-2


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MARIANA GURZA

PE URMELE LUI ZENON*

On Zenos footsteps

Translation by George ANCA


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Copiilor mei,

Ioana - Valentina i Vlad - Gabriel


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To my children,

Ioana-Valentina and Vlad-Gabriel


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PREFA

"Mariana Gurza ne invit ntr-o cltorie n care recreaz

cu intensitate adncurile i nlimile experienei umane i ne

face svedem ct de extraordinar este viaa noastr de zi

cu zi.

Titlul antologiei ne sugereazceste vorba de o recreare a

unui stil neconvenional antic grecesc care ne ncapsuleaz

n mitul lui Zenon din Eleea (490 - 430 .Hr.) i ntr-o

manier original, subtil, profund i de mod veche,

autoarea ne propune spre ncntare o colecie de triri i

transmutri lirice.

Aceastcolecie are treizeci i cinci de poezii alese. Poemele

Marianei Gurza, strlucit artizanale sunt perceptive la

peisajul natural i ntrebrile fundamentale ale vieii i ale

morii.

Acest volum ofertextul romnesc, original i omologul su

n limba englez pe pagini fa n fa. Traducerea luiGeorge Anca surprinde cu ochi de oim splendoarea

originalului, transmite cu miestrie frumuseea poetic i

ritmul folosit, precum i complexitatea adncimilor limbii

autoarei Mariana Gurza.

O profund poezie de iubire. . . senzual, muzical i

delicat."

Ben Todica

Mariana Gurza

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Foreword

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 (490 430

BC) and in original, subtle, profound and old fashionedmanner, 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.

Ben Todica

Pe urmele lui Zenon/ On Zenos footsteps

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Nota traductorului

Vrea s detoneze egoismul din jur (Adrian Dinu

Rachieru), tcerea nu-i va zgzui sufletul (Eleonora

Schipor), versurile devin universul i salvarea sa (Nina

Ceranu). Ne exceptnd romanioase declaraii erotice,

poemele Marianei Gurza (bucovineanc nscut n Banat,

mamde copii), au mai mereu dimensiunile rugciunii Tatl

Nostru. Traductorul a ascultat, concomitent, i cntece deFrank Sinatra, alegnd abia cteva fulguraii cvasi-mistice

aternute de-a lungul anilor i publicate n volumele Paradox

sentimental, Ed. Augusta, 1998; Gnduri nocturne, Ed.

Augusta, 1999; Nevoia de a sfida tcerea, Ed. Augusta, 2000,

Lumini i umbre, Ed.Augusta, 2001; Lacrima iubirii Ed.

Artpress, 2003) . Ultimul strigt Eubeea, 2006).

George Anca

Mariana Gurza

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M UIT SPRE CER

Nscndu-m din nou,

Iat-m!

Am trecut prin furcile unui vis urt.

Netiut de nimeni,

m-am mpresurat n suferina-mi mut,

Dar acum, Doamne, m desft

cu darul tu de via nou, s pot rde, s pot plnge,

s pot lupta, s triesc,

precum n neclintirea lor stncile.

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I LOOK TO THE SKY

Born again,

Here I am!

I went through an ugly dream forks.

Unknown by anyone,

I encircled in my mute grief.

Yet now, o Lord, I am delighted

with your gift of new life, for laughing, weeping,

ghting, living,

like rocks in their immobility.

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CERUL PLNGE N INIMA MEA

Am crezut c travestindu-m

n lumin, n disperare

am s-i adorm imaginaia.

Am reuit

s-mi zresc ngerul

rtcit de mine,

cutndu-m

n gestul meu

de umilin.


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THE HEAVEN WEEPS IN MY HEART

I thought that disguising myself

as light, as despair,

I would lull to sleep your imagination.

I succeeded

to glimmer my angel

lost from me,

searching for me

in my gesture

of humility.


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SPUNE-MI CINE SUNT

Am crezut c tii

cine sunt.

Eu m credeam,

deopotriv c sunt

i umbr i in.

Pn cnd mi-am dat seama c-n oglinda timpului

nu eram mai mult dect

un strigt,

un hohot de rs,

o rochie alb,

o acr de lumnare,

un ou rou,

o bucic de prescur,

un ochi de lumin.


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TELL ME WHO I AM

I thought you know

who I am.

I thought I was

equally

shadow and being.

Til I realized that in time mirror

I was not more than

a cry,

a peal of laughter,

a white dress,

a candle ame,

a red egg,

a piece of wafer,

an eye of light.


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FLIGHT AMIDST CLOUDS

It came as if I was a bird in ight.

Which one in the Gods

counting?

Which one returned by wind?

I should be

recognized after my wild prattle,

after nests hidden

in hourglass

of the time tax collector.


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PLNG N PRAG DE SEAR

(Fiicei mele Ioana)

n grdina suetul meu

i-a fcut cuib o pasre cnttoare.

Are ceva de rugciune,

de chemare,

n dialogul ei

cu iasomia,

cu vntul,

cu gndul

i-a depus oul albastru

n orbita de aur fals,

i cntul ei s-a limpezit

ca privirea mea

dup prima ploaie de lacrimi.


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I WEEP IN THE TRESHOLD OF NIGHT

(To my daughter Ioana)

In the garden of my soul

a singing bird made her nest.

It has something of prayer,

of call,

in her dialogue

with jasmine,

with wind,

with thought...

She laid her blue egg

in the false golden orbit,

and her song cleared

like my sight

after the rst rain of tears.


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ENIGMATIC E TOTUL

Vorbele se aaz straniu

ntre via i alt univers.

Abisul?! Fie ct mai departe!

S citim despre el n cri!

Acum suntem aici, n tabloul

cu iarna alb, mine vom n cel cu verdele-verde.

Desigur vor nori i caii,

se vor coace,

cmpiile vor rodi i ele,

ca-n ecare an.

Vom aici s le culegem.

Durerile, trectoare,

i ele vor rmne singure.


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ENIGMATIC IS ALL

The words sit strangely

between life and another world.

Abyss? Be it as far as possible!

To read about it in books!

Now we are here, in the picture

with white winter,

tomorrow we will be in green-green.

Of course apricot trees will as well bloom,

will ripen,

also the elds will bear fruit

as every year.

We will be here to collect them.

Even pains, transient,

will remain alone.


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NCPNARE

Nu privi napoi,

n-ai ce vedea.

Sunt eu,

o umbr albastr

alunecnd agale

pe alei deja nuntite. Nu asculta,

e gndul meu

mcinat de-o dragoste verde.

Nu vei auzi niciodat

oaptele mele

metamorfozate n boabe aurii.

Nu te uita n ochii mei:

vei vedea doar orbirea nopii.

Aa eu m voi pierde n labirinturi,

tnjind dup mbriarea ta.


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M UIMETI, PRIETENE

cu dorina ta de a merge

pe urmele snilor,

de a te ntoarce spre tine nsui.

Dar nu-mi vorbeti

despre pelerinii mprocai

cu noroi. n lumea ta interioar

ai un rspuns,

aa cum i eu l am

n zilele cernite

cnd totul pare

c-mi scap printre degete.


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YOU AMAZE ME, FRIEND

with your desire to walk

on traces of the saints

to return toward self.

But you dont talk to me

about pilgrims splashed

with mud. In your interior world

you have an answer,

as I also have it

in gloomy days

when everything seems

to slip out of my hands.


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IMAGINEA INFINITULUI

Terminasei cartea rzbelului

aa mi te-am ntiprit n inima mea,

ca pe-o stea

sub lumina gndului tu

bun de pus pe rana copilului

ce-ai rmas. Spune-mi ce-ai vzut

n alt via ?

Ai reuit s numeri stelele,

s te-mpodobeti

cu nestemata druit ?

Sau ai rmas doar cu imaginea

innitului?


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PICTURE INFINITY

You had ended the book of war

thus I printed you in my heart,

like a star

under your thought light

good to cure wound of child

that you remained. Tell me what have you seen

in other life?

Did you succeed to count the stars,

to adorn yourself

with presented gem?

Or did you kept only image

of the innity?


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CUTARE DE SINE

Memoria e mimoza pudica

Azi se deschide cu druire,

mine e golit de sensuri.

La ecare atingere

omul se strnge-n sine

cutndu-se n prima urm din lutul

inut n palm de Dumnezeu.

La picioarele lui,

ngenunchind umil,

pmntescul.


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SEARCH FOR SEALF

The memory is mimosa pudica

today it opens with abnegation,

tomorrow is emptied by senses.

At each touching

man hauls inside

searching for self in the rst trace on clay

kept in palm by God.

Kneeling conceited,

at his feet:

the earthling.


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M TEM PENTRU TINE, FIULE

nainte de a tu,

ule,

am fost eu,

a fost dorul,

luminos cntnd n cuvinte,

luminos cntnd n suetul meu. i ai venit,

ca un galop de verde crud

De aceea, primvara asta,

prinde-o, dragul meu, la rever

i arat-o zilei de mine,

cnd brbaii,

cu caii lor umblai,

vor veni la popasul

brbailor.


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I AM AFRAID FOR YOU, SON

Before being you,

son,

it was me,

it was the luminous

longing singing words,

luminously singing in my soul. And you came,

like a gallop of green green...

Therefore, this spring,

pin it, my dear, to the lapel

and show it to the tomorrow,

when those

with traveled horses

will come to the halt

of men.


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VREMURI CRUDE

ntr-o sear

mama a uitat

afar sacul cu sare

dimineaa era o mare srat.

Tata i-a lsat coasa

pe marginea acestei mri i-a ruginit

Primului copil nscut

n seara aceea

i se argsise pielea

A fost primul semn

c era timpul s ne rugm,

s oprim puin vremea

i s-o culcm lng noi

nclzind-o ca pe

pruncul prsit.


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GREEN TIMES

One evening

mother forgot

outside the sack with salt

the morning was a salt see.

Father left his scythe

on edge of this sea and it rusted...

First child born

that evening

had his skin tanned...

It was the rst sign

that time for pray arrived,

to stop for a while

and lay it near us

heating it like

the abandoned child.


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TO WEAR IT MYSELF

For second act

now within writing

you intend to become

the grain of sand

remained on time sole

which I carry myself

every day

every season.


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POEZIE N VERS ALB

Semn c poezia triete

e versul alb

care a nelat rima.

De aici ncepe poezia

de la fotograa asta

pe care i-am lsat-o la ndemn

cu cteva rnduri oblice

dintr-un manuscris

din care,

prieten drag,

ai rupt o l,

ai ars-o ntr-o igar,

nainte de a te vindeca

de mine.


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POEM IN WHITE VERSE

Sign that poetry lives

is the white verse

which cheated the rhyme.

From here the poetry starts

from this photograph

I left at your hand

with some oblique lines

out of a manuscript

from which,

dear friend,

you torn a page,

you burnt it in a cigarette,

before getting cured

of me.


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DOR

Spre lumea Lui

toate podurile au fost ridicate.

Trebuia s dau vam

i timpului,

i icoanelor vindectoare,

i ultimului cal ce rupsese zbala.

Ultimul ban,

erbinte din palma mea

a rmas

ca un cntec pe buze

cnd te surprinde

asemnarea perfect

cu cel din vis.


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LONGING

Toward His world

all bridges have been raised.

I had to give toll

also to the time,

to healing icons,

to last horse which has broken the bit.

Hot in my hand,

the last penny

remained

like a song on lips

when one is surprised

by perfect likeness

with one from the dream


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M DOARE

Trasvestiul din urm al bunicului,

ca noi s nu-l recunoatem,

a fost unul i-n Ft Frumos.

Era la fel,

cu calul su nzdrvan,

cu eternitatea fa,

n spate cu vieile anterioare, cu alte travestiuri

Intr-unul era aidoma un sfnt.

Bunica croetase pentru el

o tichie de mrgritar,

n alta un nimb strlucitor.

Poate c m-am ntlnit

cu el ntr-o poveste,

sau poate l-au vzut

pe vreun zid cu grafti,

i-am dorit s e bunicul meu.


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YOUR PAIN HURTS ME

To be not recognized by us,

grandfathers latter disguise

was into Prince Charming.

He was the same,

with his wonder-horse,

eternity in front of him,

anterior lives backward, other disguises.

In one he was like a saint.

Grandmother had crochet for him

a cap of pearls,

in other a bright halo.

Perhaps I met him

into a tale,

or I saw him

on some wall with grafti,

and I wanted to be my grandfather.


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SMERENIE

(Fiului meu Vlad)

Sunt ca o frunz nnourat

Czut la picioarele tale Iisuse,

Doar rugciuniile mi dau putere

Dup atta zbucium i durere.

Mi-e drag copilul meu, azi iari ncercat

i nu-mi pot stvili pornirea; Din lacrimi un nger am ngemnat

S-i e lui alturi mngiere.

Nu tiu dac snii mi-au auzit ruga,

Dar tiu c dincolo de nouri

Privirea sfnt i blajin

Vegheaz i este printre noi.


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HUMILITY

(To my son Vlad)

Im like a cloudy leaf

Fallen to your feet, Jesus.

Only prayers still give me power

After so much struggle and sorrow.

My beloved child is tried again now

And I can not stop the start;I made a twin angel out of my tears

To stay with him as stroking.

I do not know if saints heard my prayers,

But I know that beyond the clouds

the saint and gentle sight

Watches and is among us.


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SPECTACOL

Ne nvrtim n cercuri acrobatice,

Fiecare vrea s par mai tenace,

Nu tim nici cnd s ne oprim,

Dar spectaculos ne rostogolim.

Politica a devenit o poezie,

Rima este mai mult mperecheat Versu-i plin de promisiuni i nostalgie,

Ritmul e alert i strofa deja globalizat


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SHOW

We wind in acrobatic circles,

Everyone wants to look more tenacious,

We know neither when to stop,

But we roll spectacularly.

Politics became a poem,

Rhyme is mostly paired, Verse is full of promises and nostalgia,

Rhythm is alert and stanza already globalized.


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TAT, MI-E DOR DE TINE

Mi-e dor de tine tat, mi-e tare dor

i Doamne, grea este desprirea,

i n-am tiut c o s mori,

dorindu-te mereu, aievea.

Nu tiu dac am greit vreodat i tare-a vrea ca s m ieri,

s u cu inima-mpcat

c te-odihneti printre cei drepi.


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DAD, I MISS YOU

I miss you, dad, so much I miss you,

and, God, hard is the split

and I didnt know youll die

wishing you all the time alive.

I do not know if ever erredand hardly want you forgive me

with reconciled heart Id be

that you rest among the fair.


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cu capu-n jos?

Ridic-te i povestete-mi,

ce i-a fcut strinul

de ce ne-am ndeprtat din nou?

Ce-i spun snii n adncuri,

ce mai face Cernuiul?


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WHERE ARE YOU GRANDPA

Where are you grandpa, forgotten among strangers

thrown into a corner of ground,

did someone put to you a cross,

being Romanian,

or they have mocked you

and made you ash? Stand up from the grave and say

what cloth is a cloth in the alienated country,

cry as to be heard by

Transylvania, Banat,

what Bucovinas old the Kingdom would have got!

Why did they tortured you, poor Romanian,

and your soles were beaten,

without food, without water,

with head downward?


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Stand up and tell me

what did the stranger to you,

why are we removed again?

What saints are telling you in the depths,

how Chernovtsi is doing?


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vrsta nu-i permite s munceasc,

cci vezi doamne,

dac nu eti tnr

nu mai ai azi nici o ans.

Din cnd n cnd un trector

la fel de trist

i pune un bnu n mn

Srac omer, umil ncepi s plngi

i fugi speriat s-aprinzi o lumnare; cci Doamne, bine-i printre sni

cnd doar lor poi s le spui ce doare!


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LONE UNEMPLOYED

Its cold in house, his body frost,

empty of dreams and hopes,

lost,

an unemployed walks

with frozen tears.

Its hard to go farther, when pocket is missing

he warps again beautiful lies

thinking to what will he put on the table

of unreasonable children.

And looking again beseechingly to sky,

begging the mercy the Christian,

he would want a better life, an honest penny,

to beg no more in full churches.

Again his grant didnt arrive,


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the age doesnt permit him to work

for see, Lord,

if one isnt young

do not have any chance left.

From time to time a passer by

as sad as him

put in his hand a penny.

You humble unemployed start to cry

and run scared to light a candle; for Lord, how well its among saints

when only them one can say what it hurts.


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SPERANA

Spre innit m-a duce

cu un cntec de dor pgn,

i-n lacrimi tremurnde,

a semna iubiri;

m-a prinde printre stele

cu minile de ori, i-a ngenunchia o lume,

o lume plin de erori.


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INDIFEREN

Trectorule,

privete n jurul tu

i spune-mi ce vezi.

Cum arat ochii copiilor,

ai btrnilor,

ct de elegante sunt mamele, mamele noastre?

Ce simi cnd vezi atta tristee

ce simi cnd vine un biet copil

i-i cere un ban pentru un corn?

M ntreb i eu ce ne-a schimbat

de-am devenit att de indifereni

fa de cei pe care i vedem zilnic

zgribulii i tulburai

de mersul rapid al anotimpurilor.


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INDIFFERENCE

Passer by,

look around you

and tell me what you see.

How look lin

ke the eyes of children,

of old people, how much elegant are mothers,

our mothers?

What you feel seeing so much sadness,

what you feel when a poor child comes

and begs a penny for a roll?

I wonder what changed us

to become so indifferent

to those we see daily

shivering and distressed

by rapid going of the seasons.


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MANIFEST PENTRU VIA

(Fiicei mele Ioana)

Lsai caii s zburde pe cmpiile-ntinse

Liberi n jocul nebunesc de alt dat,

Fr poveri i fr lanuri groase

S simt ce-i aceea via.

Lsai orile s creasc unde e verde

i mugurii pstrai nrourai de zori,

S nasc n soarele viselor crude,

n viaa aceasta plin de erori.

Lsai-mi gndul nentinat

Dogorind n iubiri pierdute,

Lsai-mi suetul curat

i visele plpnde


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MANIFESTO FOR LIFE

(To my daughter Ioana)

Let horses wander on the spread plains

Free in the crazy game of other days,

Without burdens and heavy chains

To feel how life is like.

Let owers grow where it is green

And buds kept dewy up to dawn

to bear in the sun of green dreams

In this life full of errors.

Let my thought undeled

scorching of love lost

Let my soul clean,

And dreams green...


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INCONTIEN

Limita incontienei cine-o va gsi

acum cnd suntem la rscruce?

Cine va da rspuns pentru multe srcii

ce-mi zbucium neamul i l duce?

Suntem prea mici n marea btlie,

pe care alii o pornesc abrupt. Ce se va-ntmla cu-aceast glie

cnd azi dm totul cu-mprumut?

Nu mai avem nimic bun,totu-i putregai?

Unii vnd strinilor n disperare;

Noi rmnem cu bruma noastr de mlai,

plngnd la mormntul lui Stefan cel Mare.

Oare nu tim s preuim pmntul

ce ne-a fost dat din veacuri de strmoi?

Ce treb-avem noi cu strinul

i cu ali rechini scoroi?


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UNCONSCIOUSNESS

Who will get limit of Unconsciousness

Now that we are at crossroads?

Who will answer for many poor

struggling and taking away my dear?

We are too little in the great ght,

that others do with abrupt start. What will it happen with this land

When we are giving all at lend?

Nothing good left, everything rot?

Some desperately sell to unknown;

We stay with a smattering of corn

crying at Stephen the Greats tomb.

Dont we know land feathers

given in ages by forefathers?

Is for us better

with shakes together?


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PARADOX SENTIMENTAL

Omul nva pentru a nelept;

prostul cultiv legumele altora

fr a nelege

care este rdcina

i pe unde curge seva.

Poetul scrie doar pentru a numit un biet scrib

la curtea lumii.

Oamenii iubesc pentru c trebuie

s iubeasc

Exist o lege nescris

care ne oblig la iubire.

Dar cum iubirea a devenit o relaie

dintre cerere i ofert,

nimeni nu este sucient de bogat

pentru a cumpra iubirea...


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SENTIMENTAL PARADOX

Man learns in order to be wise;

the stupid cultivates vegetables of others

without understanding

which is the root

and by where the sap ows.

Poet writes only to be called a poor scribe

at worlds court.

People love for they have

to love...

There is an unwritten law

which obliges us to love.

But as love became a relation

between supply and demand,

nobody is sufciently rich

to buy the love...


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LIMBA NOASTR

Limba noastr, ca petalele unui trandar,

am gsit-o ntr-un col, aruncat

la garderoba unui teatru.M-am norat cnd am vzut-o;

olit,

clcat n picioare

de nclri murdare

dar cu etichete strine.

Limba noastr doinete singur

i sufer

spernd la o vitaminizare

pur Romneasc.

Limba noastr rmne Sfnt

Deoarece,

acolo sus, n cer,

cineva

I-a dat binecuvntarea

nc de la facerea lumii.


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OUR LANGUAGE

Our language, like petals of a rose,

I found it into a corner, thrown

At a theater wardrobe.I shivered when I saw it;

Wilted,

Trampled

By dirty shoes

But with foreign labels.

Our language sings alone

And suffer

Hoping vitamins

Pure Romanian.

Our language remains saint

Because

Up there, in heaven,

Someone

Blessed it

Since the creation of the world.


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OGLINDA DORULUI

Eu stau ascunsa pe un rm,

tu stai ascuns n nlimi.

ntre noi un ocean

Ne va despri ntotdeauna.

Singur

caut urma pailor rtcii; nvemntata-n valuri

privesc innitul cutnd

Sperana alearg

pe un catarg nsorit,

i cntecul se odihnete...

Din versuri am ndrznit

s-mi fac harf gndului

din lacrimi

oglind dorului.


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LONGING MIRROR

I stand on a hidden shore,

you stay hidden in heights.

Between us -an ocean

will always broke us up.

Alone

I search for lost steps trace; Clothed in waves

I look to innity searching...

Hope runs

on a sunny mast,

and the song rests...

From lyrics I dared

to make harp for my thought

from tears

longing mirror.


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PE URMELE LUI ZENON

Am prins tristeea-n mini

i-am nvemntat-o-n lacrimi.

I-am dat binee sursului

i am nchinat pelin

n cupe de nostalgie.

Mi-am prins dorul n plete i i-am dat culoare nopii,

apoi,

am fugit...

M temeam.

Alergam nfrigurat

spre un sfenic pribeag

ntocmai ca Zenon.

Ne-am surprins amndoi

n noapte ntrebnd...


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MELOMANUL

Un meloman

i scrie cu fii de lumin

gndurile,

semnnd n linite

mugurii credinei.

Ateapt un rsrit,un apus ...

n jur cntec,

un cntec trist,

amar;

i melomanul ateapt.

Ateapt s soarb

dorul

din carafa cu vin rou

i s-i purice chipul

n oglinzi efemere.


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MUSIC LOVER

A music lover

writes with light strips

his thoughts,

sowing quietly

faith buds.

Waits a sunrise,

a sunset... Song around,

a sad,

bitter

song;

and music lover waits.

Waits to sip

longing

from carafe of red wine

and to purify his face

into ephemeral mirrors.


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DOAR FEMEIE ?

Suetul meu

nu se deosebete cu nimic

de suetul tu.

Inima mea poate

s aib irizri viorii,

n rest nu vdde ce-mi sngereaz picioarele

cnd tu aduci imeni irii

i-i lai prea departe de ziua

n care dragostea ar trebui s nvie.


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ONLY WOMAN?

My soul

doesnt differ at all

from your soul.

My heart can have

violet blue iridescence,

otherwise I dont see why my feet bleed

when you bring huge irises

and leave them too far from the day

in which love should revive.


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ERAM FRUMOAS

Eram frumoas,

cnd te ateptam.

Dar a trecut ceva vreme

de cnd noi doi

ne-am legnat

pe dou curcubee,

dup ce ploaia

mi-a splat buzele

de srutrile tale.

i totui inima mea,

nvelit n iubirea ta,

a pstrat

pecetea sacr

cu care tu m-ai

atins cu iubire,

acolo,

printre nouri,

printre culori

i fulgere irosite de iubiri


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I WAS BEAUTIFUL

I was beautiful

when waiting for you.

But its been a while

since we two

rocked

on two rainbows

after rain

washed my lips

of your kisses.

And yet my heart,

wrapped in your love,

has kept

the sacred seal

of yourloving touch,

there,

among clouds

colors,

lightningswasted by loves.


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SAD BRANCHES

A branch beats in my window

like a desolate tear,

it doesnt say anything to me,

only trembles

and I see it more and more wilted.

I open the window and feel the drop world coldness;

I cry too,

I can not shut,

but I feel

I have nothing to say.

Clouds have been nesting at my breast,

its hard to warm them up,

they are cold,

and I feel my master is

only God in heaven.


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Cuprins:

Prefa.................................................................................................................6

Nota traductorului.............................................................................................8

M uit spre cer..................................................................................................10

Cerul plnge n inima mea................................................................................12

Spune-mi cine sunt...........................................................................................14

Zbor printre nori...............................................................................................16

Plng n prag de sear.......................................................................................18

Enigmatic e totul...............................................................................................20

ncpnare......................................................................................................22

M uimeti, prietene.........................................................................................24

Imaginea innitului..........................................................................................26

Cutare de sine.................................................................................................28

M tem pentru tine, ule...................................................................................30

Vremuri crude....................................................................................................32

S o port eu nsmi............................................................................................34

Poezie n vers alb..............................................................................................36

Dor....................................................................................................................38

M doare... ......................................................................................................40

Smerenie...........................................................................................................42Spectacol..........................................................................................................44


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Tat, mi-e dor de tine........................................................................................46

Unde eti bunicule.............................................................................................48

omerul singuratic............................................................................................52

Sperana.............................................................................................................56

Indiferen.........................................................................................................58

Manifest pentru via.........................................................................................60

Incontien.......................................................................................................62

Paradox sentimental..........................................................................................64

Limba noastr...................................................................................................66

Oglinda dorului.................................................................................................68

Pe urmele lui Zenon..........................................................................................70

Melomanul........................................................................................................72

Doar femeie?.....................................................................................................74

Eram frumoas..................................................................................................76

Ramuri triste......................................................................................................78


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Content:

Foreword............................................................................................................7

Translators note.................................................................................................9

I look to the sky................................................................................................11The heaven weeps in my heart.........................................................................13

Tell me who I am..............................................................................................15

Flight amidst the sky.........................................................................................17

I weep in the treshold of night..........................................................................19

Enigmatic is all.................................................................................................21Obstinacy..........................................................................................................23

You amaze me, friend.......................................................................................25

Picture innity...................................................................................................27

Search for sealf.................................................................................................29

I am afraid for you, son....................................................................................31

Green times.......................................................................................................33

To wear it myself..............................................................................................35

Poem in white verse..........................................................................................37

Longing.............................................................................................................39

Your pain hurts me... .......................................................................................41

Humility............................................................................................................43

Show.................................................................................................................45

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Dad, I miss you.................................................................................................47

Where are you granpa.......................................................................................50

Lone unemployed.............................................................................................54The hope...........................................................................................................57

Indiference.........................................................................................................59

Manifesto for life..............................................................................................61

Unconciousness.................................................................................................63

Sentimental paradox..........................................................................................65Our language.....................................................................................................67

Longing mirror..................................................................................................69

On Zenos footsteps..........................................................................................71

Music lover........................................................................................................73

Only woman?....................................................................................................75

I was beautifull..................................................................................................77

Sad branches......................................................................................................79

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