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.

Veronica Anghel

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love was slowly revealing itself

Love was slowly revealing itself. Meanwhile,
somebody has lived.Even many.Level by level,
in every alcove, faces were looming:
children were being concieved, building foundations,
gold was being hidden under slabs.
You were the white force of awaiting, the open cone of light.
Love was slowly revealing itself: this catching into sight,
everybody’ s transportation, folded, in the translucent ark.
They were using you to peacefully carry them over.
A Charon of this world.
They were living fully. Life was getting them drained.
Fume was raising out of their bodies.
They would have their infants take guitar, accordion classes.
They would kiss hands/suck up, to get exams.
At the fitting, the tailor would cover in stove their fervent hips.
They would deafen one with gypsy songs,
with pichamer noise. The houses had to be erected.
And you were carrying them over with the translucent ark, only in sleep
under the impulse of the free-passing right-
for which they had not payed.