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.

Ana-Maria Munteanu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Love was revealing slowly

Love was revealing slowly. Meanwhile, somebody lived.
Even more than that. Floor afler floor, in every corner, faces appeared :
children, building foundations, and the gold was hiding under the flogs.
You were the white force of expectancy, the open cone of light.
Love was revealing slowly : this view, everybody’s transportation,
folded in a translucid ark.
They were silently using you, to pass them through.
A Charon of this world.
They were living long. They were tiring out with life.
From their bodies, smoke was present. Their kids were taken to guitar lessons, accordion.
They were kissing hands, the exams to pass.
At probation, the tailor was covering their burning hips in fabric.
They were defeaning you in manele sound, in tools noise.The houses had to be built.
And your are leading them by the transparent boat, in sleep,
in the righteousness of a free passage for what they have never paid.