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.

Alina Olimpia Gaci Miron

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Morning and the sunset with me

Me, the blind man under the earth, haven’t been forgotten.
Altogether with the world of mirages, mine, with the transgenic butterflies,
with the case full of prophecies and ginger bread. I was playing
the adorned chrysalis with cloudy images-
they were to perish along with my vital cycle,
nobody imprinting them in their genetic code.
A dream they’ll be.
Remember the morning and the sunset with me,
the dinner by the seaside. I was a hostage,
I was dispelling in the microscopic gods turned up like gossamers
on the puffy edges of my being, of the robe
that sheltered me, saving my secret face
from the grim transformation of glass into sand,
of dream into life.