{"id":12597,"date":"2020-12-09T11:10:09","date_gmt":"2020-12-09T08:10:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12597"},"modified":"2020-12-09T11:10:09","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T08:10:09","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-73-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=12597","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 73 (3)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ion Tudor IOVIAN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Poeme de ION TUDOR IOVIAN
\ntraduse \u00een limba englez\u0103 de MARIANA SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

1.\tdurerea de a fi<\/p>\n

vreau s\u0103 dorm \u0219i s\u0103 plutesc pe ape \u0219i apele s\u0103-mi destrame carnea
\ns\u0103-mi limpezeasc\u0103 amintirile
\nde zgur\u0103 \u0219i spaime<\/p>\n

dar eu m\u0103 zbat \u00eentre durerea de-a fi \u0219i bucuria destr\u0103m\u0103rii<\/p>\n

\u0219i nu \u00eentrez\u0103resc nici un liman
\n\tunde s\u0103 nu vremuiasc\u0103
\n\t\u0219i c\u0103pc\u00e2nii s\u0103 nu-\u0219i schimbe obr\u0103zarele la l\u0103satul serii
\n\t\u0219i peste prunul de la poart\u0103 s\u0103 nu sufle de timpuriu
\n\tiarna
\n\t\u0219i iubirea mea s\u0103 nu miroase a naftalin\u0103 \u0219i drog
\n\t\u0219i cuvintele s\u0103 nu moar\u0103<\/p>\n

dar eu vreau s\u0103 dorm \u0219i s\u0103 plutesc pe ape \u0219i
\nrumoarea dezordinii
\n din ad\u00e2ncul fiin\u021bei
\ns\u0103 se amestece cu
\n\u0219uieratul v\u00e2ntului peste canale cu sc\u00e2ncetul \u00een somn
\nal unui c\u00e2ine hoinar
\n\t pe sacul ud din fa\u021ba u\u0219ii
\ncu f\u00e2\u0219\u00e2itul nisipului \u00een ziduri
\ncu lini\u0219tea <\/p>\n

1.\tthe pain of being<\/p>\n

i want to sleep and float on water and the water to disintegrate my flesh
\nto clear up my memories
\nof dross and fears<\/p>\n

but i struggle between the pain of being and the joy of disintegration<\/p>\n

and i can foresee no haven
\n\twhere the weather is not bad
\n\tand the ogres do not change their masks when dusk falls
\n\tand the winter does not blow over the plum tree at the gate untimely
\n\tin winter
\n\tand my love does not smell of mothballs and drugs
\n\tand the words do not die away<\/p>\n

but i want to sleep and float on water and
\nthe murmur of the confusion
\n\t\tdeep inside my being
\nto blend with
\nthe wind whistle across the canals with the wimper of a stray dog
\nsleeping
\n\ton the damp sack on the doorstep
\nwith the rustle of sand inside the walls
\nwith the silence<\/p>\n

2.\tmica vicioas\u0103 poezie <\/p>\n

ardea asfin\u021bitul pe ape \u2013
\ndar tu ai plecat
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 parfumuri otr\u0103vuri subtile e\u0219arfe senza\u021bii de frig \u0219i t\u00e2rziu
\nmic\u0103 vicioas\u0103<\/p>\n

de dincolo de asfin\u021bit
\nm\u0103 urm\u0103resc
\nochi reci ca b\u0103ltoacele de toamn\u0103 r\u00e2sul r\u0103ut\u0103cios sunetul metalic al rochiei<\/p>\n

\u2013 \u0219i cade frunza pe ap\u0103 \u0219i nu e toamn\u0103 \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0219i ne-am fotografiat clandestin l\u00e2ng\u0103 pendulul lui Foucault
\ndar fotografiile n-au ie\u0219it \u2013
\n\u00een spa\u021biul lor alb \u2013
\n\to pic\u0103tur\u0103 de s\u00e2nge palpit\u00e2nd \u00een soare \u2013<\/p>\n

(nu cred c\u0103 voi muri vreodat\u0103)<\/p>\n

dar tu ai plecat \u2013
\npe str\u0103du\u021be cu cafenele \u0219i pensiuni \u0219i acoperite verzi-ro\u0219ietice la dou\u0103 palme de p\u0103m\u00e2nt
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 filigene \u0219i ciubuce \u0219i muzic\u0103 oriental\u0103 h\u00e2r\u00e2it\u0103 la patefon
\n\u021bi-am vorbit
\ndespre urma de s\u00e2nge pe z\u0103pad\u0103 a Micului Prin\u021b
\n\tdespre degetul uria\u0219 care \u00eel strive\u0219te
\n\tdespre r\u00e2ul mohor\u00e2t care se zbate-n canale \u0219i str\u0103luce\u0219te de vom\u0103 \u00een lumina lunii<\/p>\n

\u0219i tu ai \u00eentrebat
\nde ce am evocat luna acum c\u00e2nd totul s-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\n\u0219i n-o s\u0103 mai pot dormi lini\u0219tit niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

dar eu r\u0103m\u00e2n \u2013<\/p>\n

\u0219i voi trage cu cangea din ape trupurile umflate ale poe\u021bilor care te-au cunoscut
\n\u00een acelea\u0219i cafenele \u0219i pensiuni
\n\u0219i totu\u0219i altele<\/p>\n

2. little vicious poem<\/p>\n

the sunset shone on water \u2013
\nbut you went away
\nleaving behind fragrances subtle poisons scarves sensations of cold and tardiness
\nyou little vicious one<\/p>\n

from beyond the sunset
\ni am being followed by
\neyes cold as autumn puddles mischievous laughter the metallic sound of the dress<\/p>\n

\u2013 and the leaf falls on the water and it is not autumn \u2013<\/p>\n

and we clandestinely took pictures of ourselves by Foucault\u2019s pendulum
\nbut the pictures didn\u2019t come out good \u2013
\n\t\ta drop of blood throbbing in the sun \u2013<\/p>\n

(I do not believe I am ever going to die)<\/p>\n

but you went away \u2013
\nthrough streets with caf\u00e9s and B&Bs and green-reddish roofs close to the ground
\nnear the Turkish coffee cups and nargiles and oriental music wheezed on the gramophone
\ni talked to you
\nof the trail of Little Prince\u2019s blood in the snow
\n\tof the giant thumb crushing him
\n\tof the murky river struggling within canals and sparkling with vomit in the moonlight<\/p>\n

and you asked
\nwhy I had evoked the moon now that all was over
\nand I would never be able to sleep
\nbut i stay on \u2013 <\/p>\n

and will tug out of the water the swollen bodies of the poets who met you
\nin the same caf\u00e9s and B&Bs
\nand yet different<\/p>\n

3. passo doble la tobe eufoniu \u0219i cinele<\/p>\n

a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 deschid
\nu\u0219a care n-a mai fost deschis\u0103 de ani dinspre tine
\n\tinima care n-a luat foc niciodat\u0103 din dragoste
\n\tmorm\u00e2ntul at\u00e2tor z\u0103pezi
\n\tlada cu un El Dorado uria\u0219<\/p>\n

cu bocancii plini de noroi grei ca moartea
\ndansez \u00een ploaie
\nfr\u0103m\u00e2nt\u00e2nd
\nfrunze \u0219i ochi \u0219i aripi de porumbel \u0219i s\u0103ruturi
\nbeat beat
\ncu o cheie \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u2013
\n\tde aur de lumin\u0103 de carne de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

\u00een jur nebune\u0219te
\nrotesc case de plumb inimi de c\u00e2l\u021bi c\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2ni de poe\u021bi f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni f\u0103r\u0103 ap\u0103
\ndin\u021bi caria\u021bi teii \u00een floare<\/p>\n

dansez \u00een ploaie \u0219i nu vreau s\u0103 \u0219tiu de nimeni \u0219i de nimic<\/p>\n

\u201ea\u0219a s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bine\u021bi minte\u201d \u2013 zic \u2013
\n\t\u201efericit t\u00e2n\u0103r neras beat de ploaie \u0219i moarte
\ncu pic\u0103tura de s\u00e2nge \u00een col\u021bul gurii \u2013
\n\t\ttrandafir v\u00e2n\u0103t
\n\tp\u0103tat de noroi \u0219i scuipat \u0219i muc de \u021bigar\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103rut\u201d
\nzic \u2013 <\/p>\n

\u201ea\u0219a s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bine\u021bi minte \u2013 dans\u00e2nd \u00een ploaie
\n\t\tpasso doble la tobe eufoniu \u0219i cinele
\n\u00een noroaiele El Dorado-ului
\nfericit
\nca Vaca Domnului sub frunza de vi\u0219in
\nca prigoria-n v\u00e2ntul
\nlui aprilie
\nca roza \u00eenmul\u021bindu-se-n carne<\/p>\n

cu bocancii grei
\ncu inima \u0219i mai grea
\ncu gura uscat\u0103 de ar\u0219i\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

in deserto clamando\u201d<\/p>\n

3. paso doble on the drums euphonium and cymbals<\/p>\n

i\u2019d like to open
\nthe door that has not been opened from your side for years
\n\tthe heart that has never been set on fire by love
\n\tthe grave of so many snowfalls
\n\tthe trunk with a huge El Dorado<\/p>\n

in muddy boots as heavy as night
\ni dance in the rain
\nstamping
\non leaves and eyes and dove wings and kisses
\ninebriated inebriated
\nwith a key in my hand \u2013
\n\tof gold of light of flesh of earth<\/p>\n

around mei foolishly
\nrevolve lead houses tow hearts poets\u2019 skulls waterless fountains
\ndecayed teeth linden trees in blossom<\/p>\n

i dance in the rain and will not hear of anybody or anything<\/p>\n

\u201dthis is how i want you to remember me\u201d \u2013 i say \u2013
\n\t\u201dan exalted youth unshaven inebriated with the rain and death
\nWith the blood drop in the corner of the mouth \u2013
\n\t\tblue-violet rose
\n \tstained with blood and spittle and cigarette butt and osculation\u201d
\ni say \u2013
\n\u201dthis is how i want you to remember me \u2013 dancing in the rain
\n\t\tpaso doble on the drums euphonium and cymbals
\nin the muds of El Dorado
\nhappy
\nlike God\u2019s Cow under the morello cherry leaf
\nlike the bee eater in the april
\nwind
\nlike the rose growing in the flesh<\/p>\n

with heavy boots
\nwith even heavier heart
\nwith the mouth dry from scorching heat <\/p>\n

in deserto clamando\u201d<\/p>\n

4. (f\u0103r\u0103 titlu) <\/p>\n

\u0219i vii acas\u0103 cu zilele-n m\u00e2n\u0103
\nmai pu\u021bin cu o minune mai mult cu o ran\u0103
\nstrada e \u00een fiecare zi alta
\nprin ceea ce \u00eei lipse\u0219te
\nde\u0219i n-are cap\u0103t \u0219i nu va avea niciodat\u0103<\/p>\n

de la ferestre imaginare
\nte mai strig\u0103 te mai aga\u021b\u0103-n c\u00e2rlig o triste\u021be
\nun r\u00e2u de lumin\u0103 al unei dimine\u021bi uitate
\n\u00ee\u021bi sare-n grumaz gata s\u0103 te sf\u00e2\u0219ie<\/p>\n

de la un timp te-ajunge din urm\u0103
\no foarte veche dorin\u021b\u0103
\ndespre care ai crezut c\u0103 nu mai exist\u0103 \u0219i ai p\u0103r\u0103sit-o definitiv
\na\u0219a cum \u00ee\u021bi p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti brusc iubita \u0219i casa<\/p>\n

dar nu po\u021bi s-o nume\u0219ti
\n\u0219i va r\u0103m\u00e2ne mai nimic din dulcea\u021ba ei<\/p>\n

\u0219i vii acas\u0103
\n\u0219i casa e la cap\u0103tul str\u0103zii
\n\u0219i cap\u0103tul str\u0103zii nu mai exist\u0103 <\/p>\n

4. (f\u0103r\u0103 titlu)<\/p>\n

and you come home days in hand
\none marvel less one injury more
\nthe street is different every day
\nthrough what it lacks
\nthough it has no end and never will<\/p>\n

from imaginary windows despondency
\ncalls you out or hooks you<\/p>\n

a river of light of a forgotten morning
\njumps down your throat eager to tear you to pieces<\/p>\n

at some point a very old desire
\ncatches up with you
\nwhen you think it is gone and you have abandoned it for good
\njust as you abandon your lover and your home<\/p>\n

but you cannot name it
\nand what will be left of its sweetness is next to nothing<\/p>\n

and you come home
\nand the house is at the end of the street
\nand the end of the street is no longer there<\/p>\n

5. hai s\u0103 rimel\u0103m ochii c\u00e2rpi\u021bi de nesomn al realit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

ba\u021bi str\u0103zile ca un sc\u00e2ncet de copil r\u0103t\u0103cit
\nadulmec\u00e2nd
\n\u00een aer
\nmirosul pufos \u0219i verzui care poate exploda l\u00e2ng\u0103 vitrin\u0103
\n\u00een tine
\nsub \u0219enila buldozerului \u00een schije alb-negru<\/p>\n

hai s\u0103 rimel\u0103m ochii c\u00e2rpi\u021bi de nesomn al realit\u0103\u021bii
\ns\u0103 deraiem spre paradis
\ntramvaiul care \u00ee\u0219i t\u00e2r\u00e2ie durerea de \u0219ale \u0219i plictiseala
\npe acelea\u0219i str\u0103zi de ani de zile \u2013 \u00ee\u021bi spune cu triste\u021be
\nsitarul<\/p>\n

dar muzica firavului eu
\nse sfarm\u0103 \u00een mii de funigei reci \u0219i grei
\nde betoanele turnului mare<\/p>\n

\u0219i copacii \u00een ora asta t\u00e2rzie din noapte nu mai apar\u021bin
\nnici unei lumi<\/p>\n

de-ai fi m\u0103car
\nun cu\u021bit aruncat direct \u00een inima realit\u0103\u021bii
\nun fier\u0103str\u0103u
\nde t\u0103iat ferestre \u00een noaptea geroas\u0103 \u0219i grea prin care s\u0103 se vad\u0103
\nvuietul pietrificat al prim\u0103verii<\/p>\n

5. let\u2019s put mascara on the eyes tired with sleeplessness of reality<\/p>\n

you wander the streets like a lost child\u2019s whimper
\nsniffing
\nin the air
\nthe fluffy greenish odour about to implode next to the shop window
\ninside you
\nunder the caterpillar track of the bulldozer in black and white splinters<\/p>\n

let\u2019s put mascara on the eyes tired with sleeplessness of reality
\nand leave the track towards paradise
\nthe tram dragging its backache and ennui
\nthrough the same streets for years \u2013 the woodcock
\nsadly tells you <\/p>\n

but the tune of the feeble i
\nshatters into thousands of gossamers cold and heavy
\nagainst the concrete tall tower
\nand the trees in the late-night hour belong
\nto no world anymore<\/p>\n

if only you were
\na knife thrown at the heart of reality
\na saw
\nto cut out windows with in the freezing heavy night through which
\nthe petrified roaring of spring can be seen<\/p>\n

6. \u201e\u0219i eu am fost pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt\/dar unde ai fost tu\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00eemi pun sufletul pe mas\u0103: o ruf\u0103 murdar\u0103
\n\tprin care se str\u0103vede chipul t\u0103u Doamne \u00eens\u00e2ngerat
\n\tcusut \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 obosit\u0103<\/p>\n

ar putea-o sf\u00e2\u0219ia v\u00e2ntul de noapte ori c\u00e2inii dar n-o sf\u00e2\u0219ie
\nar putea-o ridica \u00eentr-un stindard \u00eempotriva mor\u021bii
\n\tomul acesta sf\u00e2r\u0219it de-ndoieli \u0219i singur\u0103tate
\n\t\u0219i n-o ridic\u0103<\/p>\n

ar putea-o sp\u0103la \u00een lacrimi prostituata cu ciorapii \u00een vine
\np\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103 \u00eentr-un boschet
\n\u0219i n-o spal\u0103
\n\u0219i o prive\u0219te cu spaim\u0103<\/p>\n

ar putea-o folosi ca bandaj copilul din no man\u2019s land pentru ghimpele
\n\tcrescut deja \u00een carne
\n\t\u0219i n-o folose\u0219te<\/p>\n

ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 Doamne
\nde ce te la\u0219i izgonit din lume de ce ne-ai p\u0103r\u0103sit
\n\u0219i nu te recunoa\u0219tem c\u00e2nd umbli printre noi<\/p>\n

ce r\u0103u grozav ne corupe<\/p>\n

6. \u201ci too was earth\/ but where were you\u201d<\/p>\n

i lay my soul on the table: a soiled garment
\n\tthrough which your face God can be seen stained with blood
\n\tsewn in a weary light<\/p>\n

the night wind or the dogs could tear at it but they do not<\/p>\n

this man exhausted by doubt and loneliness could raise it
\n\tlike a banner against death
\n\tand he does not<\/p>\n

the prostitute with her stockings half pulled down
\nabandoned in a shrub could wash it
\nand she does not
\nand stares at it terror-struck<\/p>\n

the child from no man\u2019s land could use it as a bandage for the thorn
\n\tgrown in the flesh
\n\tand he does not use it<\/p>\n

what is going on my Lord
\nwhy do you allow them to banish you from this world
\nand we do not recognise you as you walk among us<\/p>\n

what terrible evil is corrupting us?<\/p>\n

7. eu scriu ca s\u0103 generez existen\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

nu mai ai putere asupra mea \u2013
\n\u021bi-a r\u0103mas
\ndoar ura
\ns\u0103 te sculpteze dup\u0103 chipul \u0219i asem\u0103narea ei
\ns\u0103 te \u021bin\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103<\/p>\n

ura \u2013
\nultimul t\u0103u capitol \u00eenainte ca tu \u00eensu\u021bi
\ns\u0103 te livrezi mor\u021bii \u2013
\ndrog pentru zilele f\u0103r\u0103 adev\u0103r f\u0103r\u0103 dragoste
\n\u2013 poveste \u00eenc\u00e2lcit\u0103
\norbule \u00eentunecatule<\/p>\n

\u0219i te prefaci c\u0103 istoria s-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u0219i judec\u0103torii
\ndorm
\n\u00een jil\u021buri \u2013
\nsaci de cartofi \u00een putrefac\u021bie peste care nicic\u00e2nd
\nnu va pluti
\nsuflul T\u0103u Doamne \u00eendureratule \u2013 <\/p>\n

dar istoria chiar s-a sf\u00e2r\u0219it
\n\u0219i salvare
\nnu mai exist\u0103<\/p>\n

\u2013 niciodat\u0103 n-a fost \u2013 \u00ee\u021bi \u0219opte\u0219te Nimeni hulitorul
\n\u0219i nu vom putea ie\u0219i din sm\u00e2rcurile
\nacestui co\u0219mar \u2013 zice \u2013
\ncare suntem noi \u00een\u0219ine \u2013 un text cu sintaxa explodat\u0103 \u00een ruin\u0103<\/p>\n

\u0219i va veni
\napocalipsa textului
\ncu spasme rupturi pr\u0103bu\u0219iri \u00een v\u00e2lvori
\n\t de pucioas\u0103 \u0219i o\u021bet \u0219i emo\u021bii vinovate
\n\t cu omisiuni
\n\t cu h\u0103lci de realitate definitiv pierdute<\/p>\n

infernul e Cel\u0103lalt \u2013 \u00ee\u021bi spui \u2013 \u0219i te vezi
\n\u00een Cel\u0103lalt
\nprins \u00een c\u0103tu\u0219e \u2013 un anim\u0103lu\u021b tare speriat \u0219i singur \u2013
\npoate c\u0103 \u0219i el \u00een tine
\n\u00ee\u0219i duce crucea<\/p>\n

dar noi suntem adierea parfumat\u0103
\nde prim\u0103var\u0103
\npeste pestilen\u021ba ora\u0219elor \u0219i a sufletelor<\/p>\n

noi suntem
\npoemele \u00een libertate
\ncu intestinele scoase afar\u0103 cu venele umflate<\/p>\n

chiar dac\u0103 r\u0103d\u0103cinile ne sp\u00e2nzur\u0103-n aer \u00eensetate de dragoste
\nnici un p\u0103m\u00e2nt nu ne prime\u0219te
\nnici cerul \u2013
\ns\u0103m\u00e2n\u021ba ne e strivit\u0103 de bocancii lui Nimeni<\/p>\n

din m\u0103duva cuvintelor
\nse-nfrupt\u0103 \u2013 r\u00e2g\u00e2ind de pl\u0103cere
\nmoartea \u0219i nimeni<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ntecele
\nsun\u0103
\na pustiu
\n\u0219i frig<\/p>\n

cum s\u0103 scap
\n\tde spaima c\u0103 m\u0103 voi pr\u0103bu\u0219i
\n\t \u00een
\n\tgolul c\u0103scat \u00een text<\/p>\n

(\u0219i o stea tocmai a c\u0103zut
\n\t\t\t a c\u0103zut)<\/p>\n

dar eu scriu
\n\tca s\u0103 generez existen\u021b\u0103
\n\t pentru mine
\n\t pentru tine
\n\t pentru cel\u0103lalt<\/p>\n

7. i write to generate existence<\/p>\n

you no more have control over me \u2013
\nall you are left with
\nis the hatred
\nto carve you after its own image
\nto keep you alive<\/p>\n

the hatred \u2013
\nyour last chapter before you
\ndeliver yourself to death \u2013
\na drug for the days devoid of truth devoid of love
\n\u2013 an entangled story
\nyou blind sullen figure<\/p>\n

and you pretend that history is over and the judges
\nsleep
\nin their chairs \u2013
\ndecaying sacks of potatoes over which never
\nwill there float
\nYour breath my bereaving Lord \u2013 <\/p>\n

but history has indeed come to an end
\nand there is no more
\nsalvation<\/p>\n

\u2013 there has never been \u2013 Nobody the blasphemer whispers to you
\nand we will not be able to get out of the mess
\nof this nightmare \u2013 he says \u2013
\nwhich is ourselves \u2013 a text with the syntax blasted in ruins<\/p>\n

and there will come
\nthe apocalypse of the text
\nwith spasms breaches breakdowns into blazes
\nof brimstone and vinegar and guilty emotions
\n with omissions
\n with chunks of reality forever lost<\/p>\n

hell is the Other one \u2013 you tell yourself \u2013 and you see yourself
\nin the Other one
\nshackled \u2013 a small animal pretty scared and lonely \u2013
\nmaybe he himself bears
\nhis cross in you<\/p>\n

but we are the scented gale
\nof spring
\nover the pestilence of the towns and the souls<\/p>\n

we are
\nthe poems at large
\nintestines taken out swollen veins<\/p>\n

even though our roots hang out in the air thirsty for love
\nno land wants us
\nnor the sky \u2013
\nour seed is crushed by Nobody\u2019s boots<\/p>\n

on the marrow of words
\ndeath and nobody
\nregale themselves \u2013 belching for pleasure<\/p>\n

the songs
\nsound
\nof desert
\nand cold<\/p>\n

how can I get away from
\n\t\tthe fear of falling
\ninto
\n\t\tthe void gaping in the text<\/p>\n

(and a star has just fallen
\n\t\t has fallen)<\/p>\n

but I write
\n\tto generate existence
\n\tfor me
\n\tfor you
\n\tthe other one<\/p>\n

8. dincolo de strig\u0103t \u00eencepe lumea<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 \u00een seara asta coboar\u0103 din tine
\ndrapa\u021bi \u00een ghea\u021b\u0103 cei care niciodat\u0103 n-au somn \u0219i r\u00e2vnesc
\npacea rotitoarelor stele<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 pe m\u00e2ini
\ncea\u021ba s\u00e2ngerie
\n\u0219i varul spaimei
\nnu s-au uscat<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 a \u00een\u021bepenit grumazul
\n\u00een cle\u0219tii unei triste\u021bi f\u0103r\u0103 leac
\n\u0219i nu mai po\u021bi \u00eenghi\u021bi acest pahar
\npe care \u021bi-l \u00eentinde provocator via\u021ba<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la pat drumul \u021bi se pare o ve\u0219nicie
\n\u0219i este o ve\u0219nicie
\n\u0219i cear\u0219aful mai greu dec\u00e2t o lespede<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 \u00een loc s\u0103-\u021bi ascunzi fa\u021ba \u00een palme prime\u0219ti
\n\u00een plin
\npumnul realit\u0103\u021bii<\/p>\n

dac\u0103 nu mai \u0219tii s\u0103 nume\u0219ti niciun lucru familiar
\ncare exist\u0103 ca s\u0103 te tr\u0103deze
\ndac\u0103 \u00een strig\u0103tul t\u0103u se aude \u0219i strig\u0103tul lumii \u00eens\u00e2ngerate<\/p>\n

8. beyond the cry the world begins<\/p>\n

if tonight those who never fall asleep and crave for
\nthe peace of the rotating stars
\ndescend out of you draped in ice<\/p>\n

if the purple fog
\nand the whitewash of fear
\nhave not dried out
\non the hands<\/p>\n

if the nape of the neck has got stuck
\nin the claws of a cureless sadness
\nand you can no longer swallow this glass
\nthat life provokingly hands out to you <\/p>\n

if the way to the bed seems like an eternity to you
\nand it is an eternity
\nand the bedsheet seems heavier than a tombstone<\/p>\n

if instead of hiding your face in your hands you get
\nthe fist of reality
\nin the face<\/p>\n

if you can no longer name a familiar thing
\nwhich exists so as to betray you
\nif in your cry can also be heard the cry of the world stained with blood
\n\"\"

Ion Tudor IOVIAN Poeme de ION TUDOR IOVIAN traduse \u00een limba englez\u0103 de MARIANA SAVA 1. durerea de a fi<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":18,"featured_media":10070,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"video_url":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7,328],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/18"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12597"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12600,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12597\/revisions\/12600"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10070"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12597"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12597"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12597"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}