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.

Alexandra Ionescu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Morning and dusk with me

I, the blind from underground, have not been forgotten.
And with the world of mirage, which belongs to me, with its transgenic butterflies,
with my fortune case and ginger bread.I would pretend to be
the chrysalis garnished with cloudy sights –
they would perish once my vital circle was over,
Let it remain a dream.
You do remember the morning and dusk with me,
the dinner by the sea shore. I was a hostage,
I would dissipate in the microscopical gods
coming out of nowhere like gossamer
on the edges of fine feathers of my being, of the robe
which protected me, which saved my secret face
from the dreadful transformation of glass into sand,
of dream into life.