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 !

Eliza Pintilie

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Mrs. Reis

On the streets of De Chirico
I had a beautiful
love story: I was Mrs. Reis
and, thanks to the love, I, finally, seemed
mysterious, everybody was content (as for my love
for Mr. Reis), I knew how to wear hats,
then how to manage the work on plantations,
after I had become a widow, and, especially,
how to truly impersonate, voicelessly,
the dreams of Plato, Kant, Meister Eckart,
Rumi, Kabir, Shankara. I passed through
the town heat, they all waved
their hats to the ground to greet me, no one
had any idea of my stigmas.
And I was alone in enjoying their thawing, the same as snow,
the stream comes from my vernal abyss.
They marvelled at my eyes,
I was a local treasure, like swallows.
You, who clamour about
the difference between beings, the lack of resemblance
between man and woman, do not forget
for one second about Mrs. Reis!