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.

Roxana Mandrican

Simona Grazia Dima
 

The sunrise and the sunset with me

I, the underground blind man, was not forgotton.
Neither was my magic world, with its queer butterflies,
the prophecy chest and the ginger bread. I was pretending
to be a chrysalis adorned with cloudy images-
they were to perish with my vital cycle,
no one will take them in their genetic code.
Let them remain a dream.
Remember the sunrise and the sunset with me,
the lunch on the beach. I was a prisoner,
I disintegrated into microscopic gods springing
like gossamer, from my fluffy body, from my
protective shell which was saving my secret shape
from the dreadful change of glass into sand,
of a dream into real life.