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.

Alina Roxana Chirila

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love was slowly unveiling

Love was slowly unveiling. Meanwhile,
somebody lived. Even more. Floor to floor,
in every niche, faces were coming out: babies and
building foundations were being produced,
gold was being hidden under the slabs.
You were the white force of awaiting, the open
luminous cone. Love was slowly unveiling:
this sight embrace, the transportation of everyone, folded,
into the translucid ark. They calmly used you
to take them to the other side. A Charon of this world.
They were living to the full, fatiguing themselves. Smoke
was rising from their bodies. They took their children to guitar
and accordion lessons. They were kissing hands, to pass exams.
When trying out clothes, the tailor would cover
their burning hips in cloth. They were deafening you with manele,
and the pickhammer noise. Houses had to be built.
And you took them to the other side by transparent boat,
in their sleep, by virtue of a free pass
for which they hadn’t paid.