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.

Alexandra Ionescu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love discloses itself slowly

Love disclosed itself slowly.As time went by,
someone`s lifetime had elapsed. Some other people`s lives, too. Floor after floor,
in each corner,you could see faces:children
and foundations were made, gold would be hidden under flagstones.
You were the white force of waiting, the light cone
open. Love disclosed disclosed itself slowly: this
scan, the transportation of everybody, folded,
in the translucid ark. They would use you, compunctionless,
to pass them to the other side. A Charon of this world.
They led a fiendish life.Life was hard-going for them.Fume
came out of their bodies.They had their offspring attending guitar
and accordion classes. They kissed hands, to pass exams.
At fittings,the dressmaker covered their burning hips with cloths.
They deafened you with low quality music,
and concrete hammer noises. Houses had to be built.
And you were to pass them on the other side,
by that transparent boat, while sleeping only,
due to a right of free passing –
for which they hadn`t paid.