SIMONA GRAZIA DIMA

Vietate
 

„Cu cine tii? Cu cine esti?”
Sunt cu pestele care n a tasnit inca,
plin de viata abisurilor, impenetrabil.
Cu lucrurile, fiintele mici
si ceilalti necunoscatori de numere,
cu cei ce n au nevoie de dovezi.
„Si unde ti faci culcus?”
Numai pe lava racita,
numai pe lava racita.
„Spune ti viata.”
Am trait in Merv, Serahs si Tus,
cartile fierbinti le citeam
filtrate cu pietrele n ape de munte.
Am parasit locul acela plin
de plecaciuni intamplatoare.
In fiecare zi salutati un altul,
nu pe mine, ci o mie de lumi,
o mie de ceasuri cu limbile agile,
o mie de preerii cu animale n confruntare.
Nu puteti jura pe nimic
in privinta parului ori a ochilor mei,
cum nu puteti sti
pe ce colturi de stanca pasiti.
Am din ce in ce mai multi asi
in maneca, dar nu joc.

Alexandru Cirtu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Living being

“Who do you side with? Where do you belong?”
I’m like the fish that hasn’t sprung out of the water,
full of the life of the abysses, impenetrable.
With the things, the feeble beings,
with all that had no knowledge of the numbers,
With all that don’t need proof.
“where do you find shelter?”
Only on cold lava,
only on cold lava.
I’ve lived in Merv, Serahs and Tus,
and read the burning books
filtered with rocks in mountain water.
I left that place
Full of promiscuous bows.
Every day you greet another,
Not me, but a thousand worlds
A thousand clocks with agile hands,
A thousand prairies with animals in confrontation.
You cannot vow on anything,
Regarding my hair or my eyes,
As well as you cannot know,
On which edges of the cliff to step on
I have more and more aces
up my sleeve, but I’m not playing.