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 Olimpia Gaci Miron

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love slowly unraveling itself…

Love slowly unraveling itself. Meanwhile,
somebody lived. More than one. Floor by floor,
at whatever nook, faces came into shape.
Kides were being moulded,
building foundations, slabs hiding gold.
It was you…the white force of endurance, the open light cone.
Love slowly unraveling itself:
this all-embracing sense, transporting everyone,
folded, in the translucid ark.
They quietly used you to take them
to the other side. A Charon of this world.
They lived devilishly. Wearied by life.
Smoke arising from their bodies.
Forcing their offsprings into guitar,
accordion lesson. Buttkissing, to pass exams.
At fitting, the tailor covering
their burning hip in cloth.
Their manele deafening you,
their pickhammer noise. Houses must be raised.
And you crossed them over in you transparent boat,
only in their sleep, by virtue of a free pass pass –
for which they hadn’t paid.