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.

Alexandru Cirtu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Morning and sunset with me

I, the blind man from beneath the earth, have not been forgotten
Along with my world of delusions, with transgenic butterflies,
the suitcase of prophecies and ginger bread
I was playing chrysalis, adorned with cloudy images -
They were to fade along with my life cycle.
Nobody would take them in their genetic code
To live on as a dream.
Remember morning and sunset with me,
dinner by the sea I was a hostage,
wasting myself within microscopic Gods, peeping like gossamers
On the fluffy edges of my being, of the robe
that was protecting me, saving my secret face
From the savage transformation of glass into sand,
of dream into life.