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.

Florentina Yvonne Penciu

Simona Grazia Dima
 

Creature

“Who do you support? Which side are you on?”
I am on the side of the fish which has not already sprang out,
bathed in the life of abysses, impenetrable.
On the side of things, of little beings
and of those unaware of numbers,
of those who need no proof.
“And where do you make your shelter?”
Only on the cooled lava,
only on the cooled lava.
“Tell your life story.”
I lived in Merv, Serahs and Tus,
I used to read the hot books
filtered with stones in mountain waters.
I left that place full
of accidental bows.
It is somebody else that you greet every day,
not me, but a thousand worlds,
a thousand clocks with agile hands,
a thousand prairies with ferocious animals.
You cannot know for sure
Either the hair or eye color,
or the corners of rocks on which you step.
I have ever more aces
up my sleeve, but I do not play.