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.

Florentina Yvonne Penciu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

The Morning And The Sunset With Me

I, the blind from behind earth, have not been forgotten.
My world of mirages, my transgenic butterflies,
my suitcase of prophecies and my ginger bread included. I would play
the part of the chrysalis adorned with blurring images-
they would go away along with my vital cycle,
nobody will include them in his genetic code.
Let’s keep just a dream.
Remember the morning and the sunset with me,
the dinner by the seashore. I was kept hostage,
I dispersed myself in the microscopic gods appeared as gossamer
on the feather borders of my own self, of the robe
that covered me, saved my hidden face
from the terrible metamorphosis of glass into sand,
of dream into reality.