SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Dragostea se dezvaluia lent

Dragostea se dezvaluia lent. Intre timp,
cineva a trait. Chiar mai multi. Etaj de etaj,
in orice firida, mijeau chipuri: se turnau copii,
fundatii de cladiri, se ascundea aur sub dale.
Tu erai forta alba a asteptarii, conul de lumina
deschis. Dragostea se dezvaluia lent: aceasta
cuprindere n vaz, transportul tuturor, pliati,
in arca translucida. Se foloseau de tine, linistiti,
sa i treci. Un Charon al lumii acesteia.
Traiau in draci. Se osteneau cu viata. Din trup
li se ridica fum. Isi dadeau pruncii la ore de chitara,
de acordeon. Pupau maini, sa treaca examene.
La proba, croitorul le acoperea cu stofe
soldul in ardere. Te asurzeau cu manele,
cu zgomot de picamer. Casele trebuiau ridicate.
Si tu i treceai cu barca transparenta, numai in somn,
in virtutea unui drept de libera trecere –
pentru care nu ei platisera.

Iulia Anchidin

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love would disclose itself slowly

Love would disclose itself slowly. Meanwhile,
somebody lived. Even more. Floor by floor,
in any recess, faces would appear: children were being shaped,
buildings founded, gold was hidden under slabs.
You were the white force of waiting, the open light ray
cone. Love would disclose slowly: this
coverage in sight, the transport of everybody, folded,
in the translucent ark. They would use you, calm,
to pass them over. A Charon of this world.
They would live like crazy. Get tired of life. Smoke
would rise from their body. They would teach their babies guitar
and accordion. They would kiss hands, to pass exams.
On trial, the tailor would cover in fabrics
their burning hips. They would deafen you with music,
with hammer drill noise. Houses needed to be built.
And you would pass them over with a transparent boat, only in sleep,
by the virtue of a free passage right-
for which they were not the ones to pay.