SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Dimineata si-apusul cu mine

Eu, orbul de sub pamant, nu am fost uitat.
Cu tot cu lumea de miraje, a mea, cu fluturii transgenici,
cu valiza de profetii si turta dulce. Ma jucam
de a crisalida impodobita cu imagini noroase –
ele aveau sa piara odata cu ciclul meu vital,
nimeni nu le va lua in codul sau genetic.
Sa ramana un vis.
Tineti minte dimineata si apusul cu mine,
cina de la malul marii. Eram ostatic,
ma risipeam in zeii microscopici iviti ca funigeii
pe marginile de puf ale fiintei mele, ale robei
ce ma apara, imi salva chipul secret
de crancena transformare a sticlei in nisip,
a visului in viata.

Iulia Anchidin

Simona Grazia Dima
 

The morning and sunset with me

I, the blind man underground, was not forgotten.
With my entire magical world, the transgenic butterflies,
the prophecy luggage and the ginger bread. I used to play
the chrysalid embellished with cloudy images-
they would disappear at the same time with my vital cycle,
no one will take them in their genetic code.
Let them remain a dream.
Remember the morning and sunset with me,
dinner on the beach. I was being a hostage,
dispersing into the microscopic gods that appeared as air threads
on the downy bounds of my being, of the robe
that protected me and saved my secret look
from the dreadful conversion of glass into sand,
of the dream into life.