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.

Alexandru Cirtu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love was slowly unveiling

Love was slowly unveiling. Meanwhile someone lived.
Even more. Floor after floor, in every corner,
faces arose: they had children,
building foundations were laid;
gold was being hid under the tiles.
You were the white force of waiting, the open cone of light.
Love was slowly unveiling: this
whole horizon in sight, the transportation of everyone,
Folded in a translucent ark.
They were calmly using you, to traverse them.
A Charon of this world.
They were living at the utmost limit.
They were fatigued with life. Smoke was
rising from their bodies.
They took their children to guitar and accordion lessons.
They kissed hands to pass exams.
At the try on, the tailor covered in cloths their burning hips.
They deafened you with manele, and the noise of jackhammers.
Houses had to be built.
And in their sleep, you’d traverse them on a transparent boat,
in the virtue of a free passing right
For which they haven’t paid.