SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Doamna Reis
 

Pe strazile lui De Chirico
am trait o frumoasa poveste
de dragoste: eram doamna Reis
si, gratie iubirii, paream, in sfarsit,
misterioasa, lumea era multumita (ca si de iubirea
mea pentru domnul Reis), stiam sa port palarii,
apoi sa conduc munca pe plantatii,
dupa ce am ramas vaduva, si, mai ales,
sa intruchipez, aievea, pe muteste,
visul lui Platon, Kant, Meister Eckart,
Rumi, Kabir, Shankara. Treceam
prin arsita orasului, ma salutau toti
cu palaria pana n pamant, n avea
nimeni habar de stigmatele mele.
Si savuram doar eu topirea lor ca zapada,
izvorul scurs in abisul meu primavaratic.
Se mirau de ochii mei,
eram o bogatie a locului, ca randunelele.
Voi, care vociferati in legatura
cu diferenta dintre fiinte, cu neasemanarea
dintre barbat si femeie, nu uitati
nicio clipa de doamna Reis !

Iulia Anchidin

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Mrs. Reis

I lived a beautiful love
story on the streets
of De Chirico: I was Mrs. Reis
and, thanks to love, I finally looked
mysterious, the world was happy (with my love
for Mr. Reis, too), I knew how to wear hats,
how to run the plantations,
after becoming a widow, and, moreover,
how to actually embody, silently,
the dream of Platon, Kant, Meister Eckart,
Rumi, Kabir, Shankara. I would walk
through the heat of the town, everyone would greet me
with their hats bent to the ground,
nobody would know about my stigmas.
I would be the only one to enjoy their melting as the snow,
the spring streaming down into my springlike abyss.
They would marvel at my eyes,
I was a wonder of that place, like the swallows.
You, who speak your minds out about
the difference among human beings, about the unlikeness
between man and woman, don’t you ever
forget about Mrs. Reis!