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 !

Ruxandra Georgescu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Mrs. Reis

On the streets of De Chirico,
I had a beautiful
love story: I was Mrs Reis
and, thanks to love, I, at last seemed
mysterious, people were content (as of my love
for Mr Reis, I knew how to wear the hats,
then how to manage the work on the plantations,
after having been left a widow and above all,
to virtually and silently embody
the dream of Plato, Kant, Meister Eckhart,
Rumi, Kabir, Shankara. I used to pass
through the town’s heat, everybody greeting me,
ignorant of my stigmas
And I was the only one savouring their meltdown like snow,
the source that poured into my spring time abyss.
They used to wonder at my eyes,
for I was a jewel of the place, as were the swallows.
All of you who howl
at the difference between human beings,
at the unlikeness of man and woman, do not,
for on instant, forget Mrs Reis!