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 !

Veronica Anghel

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Mrs. Reis

On the streets of De Chirco
I have lived a beautiful love story: I was Ms. Reis
and, owing to love, I was finally looking misterious,
people were pleased (same as of my love
to Mr. Reis), I could wear hats,
then I could steer the work on the plantation,
after I had become a widow, and, most of all,
I could wandering, unspokenly depict the dream of Plato, Kant, Meister Eckart,
Rumi, Kabir, Shankara. I would pass
by through the blaze of the city, they would all greet me,
their hats tilt towards the earth, no one
would souçon my stigmas.
And I alone would cerish their melting as the snow,
the flowing spring of my springly abyss,
They wondered about my eyes, I was a grandeur of the place, as the swallows.
You, who murmur about the difference among creatures, about the dissimilarity
between man and woman, don’t you ever,
for a moment, forget Ms. Reis!