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MARIANA GURZA * PE URMELE LUI ZENON On Zenos footsteps

Tehnoredactor: Vasile Gurza Coperta: Eric Bi Chen Consilier editorial: GEORGE ANCA Traducere de George ANCA

Descrierea CIP a Bibliotecii Naionale a Romniei GURZA, MARIANA Pe urmele lui Zenon/ On Zenos footsteps / Mariana Gurza.Timioara : Timpolis , 2012 ISBN : 978-606-8355-09-2

Mariana Gurza Editura Timpolis, 2012

MARIANA GURZA

PE URMELE LUI ZENON * On Zenos footsteps Translation by George ANCA

Copiilor mei, Ioana - Valentina i Vlad - Gabriel

To my children, Ioana-Valentina and Vlad-Gabriel

Mariana Gurza Mariana Gurza

PREFA "Mariana Gurza ne invit ntr-o cltorie n care recreaz cu intensitate adncurile i nlimile experienei umane i ne face s vedem ct de extraordinar este viaa noastr de zi cu zi. Titlul antologiei ne sugereaz c este vorba de o recreare a unui stil neconvenional antic grecesc care ne ncapsuleaz n mitul lui Zenon din Eleea (490 - 430 .Hr.) i ntr-o manier original, subtil, profund i de mod veche, autoarea ne propune spre ncntare o colecie de triri i transmutri lirice. Aceast colecie are treizeci i cinci de poezii alese. Poemele Marianei Gurza, strlucit artizanale sunt perceptive la peisajul natural i ntrebrile fundamentale ale vieii i ale morii. Acest volum ofer textul romnesc, original i omologul su n limba englez pe pagini fa n fa. Traducerea lui George Anca surprinde cu ochi de oim splendoarea originalului, transmite cu miestrie frumuseea poetic i ritmul folosit, precum i complexitatea adncimilor limbii autoarei Mariana Gurza. O profund poezie de iubire. . . senzual, muzical i delicat." Ben Todica
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Gurza Pe urmele lui Mariana Zenon/ On Zenos footsteps

Foreword The title of anthology suggests that it is question of recreation of an ancient unconventional Greek style which encapsulates us into the myth of Zeno from Eleea (490 430 BC) and in original, subtle, profound and old fashioned manner, the author proposes to our delight a collection of lyrical feelings and transmutations. This collection has thirty five chosen poems. Brilliantly crafted, poems of Mariana Gurza are perceptive to natural landscape and fundamental questions of life and death. This volume offers Romanian original text and its homologue in English on opposite pages. Translation of George Anca surprises with hawk eye the splendor of original, transmits with mastery poetical beauty and used rhythm, as well as complexity of language depth of author Mariana Gurza. A profound love poetry... sensual, musical and delicate. Ben Todica

Mariana Gurza

Nota traductorului

Vrea s detoneze egoismul din jur (Adrian Dinu Rachieru), tcerea nu-i va zgzui sufletul (Eleonora Schipor), versurile devin universul i salvarea sa (Nina Ceranu). Ne exceptnd romanioase declaraii erotice, poemele Marianei Gurza (bucovineanc nscut n Banat, mam de copii), au mai mereu dimensiunile rugciunii Tatl Nostru. Traductorul a ascultat, concomitent, i cntece de Frank Sinatra, alegnd abia cteva fulguraii cvasi-mistice aternute de-a lungul anilor i publicate n volumele Paradox sentimental, Ed. Augusta, 1998; Gnduri nocturne, Ed. Augusta, 1999; Nevoia de a sfida tcerea, Ed. Augusta, 2000, Lumini i umbre, Ed.Augusta, 2001; Lacrima iubirii Ed. Artpress, 2003) . Ultimul strigt Eubeea, 2006).

George Anca

Gurza Pe urmele lui Mariana Zenon/ On Zenos footsteps

Translator's Note

She wants to detonate the selfishness around (Adrian Dinu Rachieru), silence will not restrain her soul (Eleonora Schipor), lyrics become her universe and salvation (Nina Ceranu). Not excepting romantic erotic statements, the poems of Marianei Gurza (with roots in Bucovina, born in Banat, mother of children), have almost always lengyh of Lord's Prayer. Translator listened, concomitantly, also songs by Frank Sinatra, choosing only few quasi-mystical recalls written over the years and published in volumes: Paradox sentimental / Sentimental Paradox, Ed. Augusta, 1998; Gnduri nocturne / Night thoughts, Ed. Augusta, 1999; Nevoia de a sfida tacerea / Need to defy silence, Ed. Augusta, 2000, Lumini i umbre / Lights and shadows, Ed.Augusta, 2001; Lacrima iubirii / Tears of love, Ed. Artpress, 2003, Ultimul strigt / Last cry, Eubeea, 2006. George Anca

Mariana Gurza

M UIT SPRE CER

Nscndu-m din nou, Iat-m! Am trecut prin furcile unui vis urt. Netiut de nimeni, m-am mpresurat n suferina-mi mut, Dar acum, Doamne, m desft cu darul tu de via nou, s pot rde, s pot plnge, s pot lupta, s triesc, precum n neclintirea lor stncile.

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I LOOK TO THE SKY

Born again, Here I am! I went through an ugly dream forks. Unknown by anyone, I encircled in my mute grief. Yet now, o Lord, I am delighted with your gift of new life, for laughing, weeping, fighting, living, like rocks in their immobility.

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CERUL PLNGE N INIMA MEA

Am crezut c travestindu-m n lumin, n disperare am s-i adorm imaginaia. Am reuit s-mi zresc ngerul rtcit de mine, cutndu-m n gestul meu de umilin.

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THE HEAVEN WEEPS IN MY HEART

I thought that disguising myself as light, as despair, I would lull to sleep your imagination. I succeeded to glimmer my angel lost from me, searching for me in my gesture of humility.

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SPUNE-MI CINE SUNT

Am crezut c tii cine sunt. Eu m credeam, deopotriv c sunt i umbr i fiin. Pn cnd mi-am dat seama c-n oglinda timpului nu eram mai mult dect un strigt, un hohot de rs, o rochie alb, o flacr de lumnare, un ou rou, o bucic de prescur, un ochi de lumin.

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TELL ME WHO I AM

I thought you know who I am. I thought I was equally shadow and being. Til I realized that in time mirror I was not more than a cry, a peal of laughter, a white dress, a candle flame, a red egg, a piece of wafer, an eye of light.

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ZBOR PRINTRE NORI

Se fcea c sunt pasre-n zbor. A cta din numrtoarea lui Dumnezeu? A cta ntoars de vnt? Pe mine ar trebui s m recunoasc dup gnguritul meu slbatic, dup cuiburile ascunse n clepsidra timpului vame.

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FLIGHT AMIDST CLOUDS

It came as if I was a bird in flight. Which one in the Gods counting? Which one returned by wind? I should be recognized after my wild prattle, after nests hidden in hourglass of the time tax collector.

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PLNG N PRAG DE SEAR


(Fiicei mele Ioana)

n grdina sufletul meu i-a fcut cuib o pasre cnttoare.

Are ceva de rugciune, de chemare, n dialogul ei cu iasomia, cu vntul, cu gndul

i-a depus oul albastru n orbita de aur fals, i cntul ei s-a limpezit ca privirea mea dup prima ploaie de lacrimi.
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I WEEP IN THE TRESHOLD OF NIGHT


In the garden of my soul a singing bird made her nest. (To my daughter Ioana)

It has something of prayer, of call, in her dialogue with jasmine, with wind, with thought...

She laid her blue egg in the false golden orbit, and her song cleared like my sight after the first rain of tears.
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Mariana Gurza

ENIGMATIC E TOTUL

Vorbele se aaz straniu ntre via i alt univers. Abisul?! Fie ct mai departe! S citim despre el n cri! Acum suntem aici, n tabloul cu iarna alb, mine vom n cel cu verdele-verde. Desigur vor nflori i caii, se vor coace, cmpiile vor rodi i ele, ca-n fiecare an. Vom fi aici s le culegem. Durerile, trectoare, i ele vor rmne singure.

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ENIGMATIC IS ALL

The words sit strangely between life and another world. Abyss? Be it as far as possible! To read about it in books! Now we are here, in the picture with white winter, tomorrow we will be in green-green. Of course apricot trees will as well bloom, will ripen, also the fields will bear fruit as every year. We will be here to collect them. Even pains, transient, will remain alone.

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NCPNARE

Nu privi napoi, n-ai ce vedea. Sunt eu, o umbr albastr alunecnd agale pe alei deja nuntite. Nu asculta, e gndul meu mcinat de-o dragoste verde. Nu vei auzi niciodat oaptele mele metamorfozate n boabe aurii. Nu te uita n ochii mei: vei vedea doar orbirea nopii. Aa eu m voi pierde n labirinturi, tnjind dup mbriarea ta.
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OBSTINACY

Do not look back, nothing is to be seen. Its me, a blue shadow gliding slowly on already wedded alleys. Do not listen, it is my thought ground by a green love. You will never hear my whispers metamorphosed in golden grain. Do not look in my eyes: you will see only the night blindness. So... Ill lose myself in labyrinths, pining after your embrace.
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M UIMETI, PRIETENE

cu dorina ta de a merge pe urmele sfinilor, de a te ntoarce spre tine nsui. Dar nu-mi vorbeti despre pelerinii mprocai cu noroi. n lumea ta interioar ai un rspuns, aa cum i eu l am n zilele cernite cnd totul pare c-mi scap printre degete.

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YOU AMAZE ME, FRIEND

with your desire to walk on traces of the saints to return toward self. But you dont talk to me about pilgrims splashed with mud. In your interior world you have an answer, as I also have it in gloomy days when everything seems to slip out of my hands.

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IMAGINEA INFINITULUI

Terminasei cartea rzbelului aa mi te-am ntiprit n inima mea, ca pe-o stea sub lumina gndului tu bun de pus pe rana copilului ce-ai rmas. Spune-mi ce-ai vzut n alt via ? Ai reuit s numeri stelele, s te-mpodobeti cu nestemata druit ? Sau ai rmas doar cu imaginea infinitului?

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PICTURE INFINITY

You had ended the book of war thus I printed you in my heart, like a star under your thought light good to cure wound of child that you remained. Tell me what have you seen in other life? Did you succeed to count the stars, to adorn yourself with presented gem? Or did you kept only image of the infinity?

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Mariana Gurza

CUTARE DE SINE

Memoria e mimoza pudica Azi se deschide cu druire, mine e golit de sensuri. La fiecare atingere omul se strnge-n sine cutndu-se n prima urm din lutul inut n palm de Dumnezeu. La picioarele lui, ngenunchind umil, pmntescul.

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SEARCH FOR SEALF

The memory is mimosa pudica today it opens with abnegation, tomorrow is emptied by senses. At each touching man hauls inside searching for self in the first trace on clay kept in palm by God. Kneeling conceited, at his feet: the earthling.

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M TEM PENTRU TINE, FIULE

nainte de a fi tu, fiule, am fost eu, a fost dorul, luminos cntnd n cuvinte, luminos cntnd n sufletul meu. i ai venit, ca un galop de verde crud De aceea, primvara asta, prinde-o, dragul meu, la rever i arat-o zilei de mine, cnd brbaii, cu caii lor umblai, vor veni la popasul brbailor.

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I AM AFRAID FOR YOU, SON

Before being you, son, it was me, it was the luminous longing singing words, luminously singing in my soul. And you came, like a gallop of green green... Therefore, this spring, pin it, my dear, to the lapel and show it to the tomorrow, when those with traveled horses will come to the halt of men.

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Mariana Gurza

VREMURI CRUDE

ntr-o sear mama a uitat afar sacul cu sare dimineaa era o mare srat. Tata i-a lsat coasa pe marginea acestei mri i-a ruginit Primului copil nscut n seara aceea i se argsise pielea A fost primul semn c era timpul s ne rugm, s oprim puin vremea i s-o culcm lng noi nclzind-o ca pe pruncul prsit.
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GREEN TIMES

One evening mother forgot outside the sack with salt the morning was a salt see. Father left his scythe on edge of this sea and it rusted... First child born that evening had his skin tanned... It was the first sign that time for pray arrived, to stop for a while and lay it near us heating it like the abandoned child.
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S O PORT EU NSMI

Pentru actul doi pe care acum l scrii i propun s devii bobul de nisip rmas pe talpa vremii. Vei afla, din unghiul acela, ce nseamn povara pe care o port eu nsmi n fiecare zi, n fiecare anotimp

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TO WEAR IT MYSELF

For second act now within writing you intend to become the grain of sand remained on time sole which I carry myself every day every season.

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Mariana Gurza

POEZIE N VERS ALB

Semn c poezia triete e versul alb care a nelat rima. De aici ncepe poezia de la fotografia asta pe care i-am lsat-o la ndemn cu cteva rnduri oblice dintr-un manuscris din care, prieten drag, ai rupt o fil, ai ars-o ntr-o igar, nainte de a te vindeca de mine.

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POEM IN WHITE VERSE

Sign that poetry lives is the white verse which cheated the rhyme. From here the poetry starts from this photograph I left at your hand with some oblique lines out of a manuscript from which, dear friend, you torn a page, you burnt it in a cigarette, before getting cured of me.

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DOR

Spre lumea Lui toate podurile au fost ridicate. Trebuia s dau vam i timpului, i icoanelor vindectoare, i ultimului cal ce rupsese zbala. Ultimul ban, fierbinte din palma mea a rmas ca un cntec pe buze cnd te surprinde asemnarea perfect cu cel din vis.

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LONGING

Toward His world all bridges have been raised. I had to give toll also to the time, to healing icons, to last horse which has broken the bit. Hot in my hand, the last penny remained like a song on lips when one is surprised by perfect likeness with one from the dream

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M DOARE
Trasvestiul din urm al bunicului, ca noi s nu-l recunoatem, a fost unul i-n Ft Frumos. Era la fel, cu calul su nzdrvan, cu eternitatea fa, n spate cu vieile anterioare, cu alte travestiuri Intr-unul era aidoma un sfnt. Bunica croetase pentru el o tichie de mrgritar, n alta un nimb strlucitor. Poate c m-am ntlnit cu el ntr-o poveste, sau poate l-au vzut pe vreun zid cu graffiti, i-am dorit s fie bunicul meu.
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YOUR PAIN HURTS ME


To be not recognized by us, grandfathers latter disguise was into Prince Charming. He was the same, with his wonder-horse, eternity in front of him, anterior lives backward, other disguises. In one he was like a saint. Grandmother had crochet for him a cap of pearls, in other a bright halo. Perhaps I met him into a tale, or I saw him on some wall with graffiti, and I wanted to be my grandfather.
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SMERENIE
(Fiului meu Vlad)

Sunt ca o frunz nnourat Czut la picioarele tale Iisuse, Doar rugciuniile mi dau putere Dup atta zbucium i durere. Mi-e drag copilul meu, azi iari ncercat i nu-mi pot stvili pornirea; Din lacrimi un nger am ngemnat S-i fie lui alturi mngiere. Nu tiu dac sfinii mi-au auzit ruga, Dar tiu c dincolo de nouri Privirea sfnt i blajin Vegheaz i este printre noi.

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HUMILITY
Im like a cloudy leaf Fallen to your feet, Jesus. Only prayers still give me power After so much struggle and sorrow. My beloved child is tried again now And I can not stop the start; I made a twin angel out of my tears To stay with him as stroking. I do not know if saints heard my prayers, But I know that beyond the clouds the saint and gentle sight Watches and is among us.

(To my son Vlad)

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SPECTACOL

Ne nvrtim n cercuri acrobatice, Fiecare vrea s par mai tenace, Nu tim nici cnd s ne oprim, Dar spectaculos ne rostogolim. Politica a devenit o poezie, Rima este mai mult mperecheat Versu-i plin de promisiuni i nostalgie, Ritmul e alert i strofa deja globalizat

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SHOW

We wind in acrobatic circles, Everyone wants to look more tenacious, We know neither when to stop, But we roll spectacularly. Politics became a poem, Rhyme is mostly paired, Verse is full of promises and nostalgia, Rhythm is alert and stanza already globalized.

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TAT, MI-E DOR DE TINE

Mi-e dor de tine tat, mi-e tare dor i Doamne, grea este desprirea, i n-am tiut c o s mori, dorindu-te mereu, aievea.

Nu tiu dac am greit vreodat i tare-a vrea ca s m ieri, s fiu cu inima-mpcat c te-odihneti printre cei drepi.

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DAD, I MISS YOU

I miss you, dad, so much I miss you, and, God, hard is the split and I didnt know youll die wishing you all the time alive.

I do not know if ever erred and hardly want you forgive me with reconciled heart Id be that you rest among the fair.

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UNDE ETI BUNICULE

Unde eti bunicule, uitat printre strini aruncat ntr-un col de pmnt, i-o fi pus cineva o cruce, fiind romn, sau te-au batjocorit i te-au fcut scrum? Ridic-te din mormnt i spune, ce hain e haina n ara-nstrinat, strig ct poi s te-aud Ardealul , Banatul, ce mo bucovinean ar fi avut Regatul! De ce te-au schingiuit, biet romn i tlpile btute i-au fost, fr hran, fr apa.

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cu capu-n jos? Ridic-te i povestete-mi, ce i-a fcut strinul de ce ne-am ndeprtat din nou? Ce-i spun sfinii n adncuri, ce mai face Cernuiul?

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WHERE ARE YOU GRANDPA

Where are you grandpa, forgotten among strangers thrown into a corner of ground, did someone put to you a cross, being Romanian, or they have mocked you and made you ash? Stand up from the grave and say what cloth is a cloth in the alienated country, cry as to be heard by Transylvania, Banat, what Bucovinas old the Kingdom would have got! Why did they tortured you, poor Romanian, and your soles were beaten, without food, without water, with head downward?

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Stand up and tell me what did the stranger to you, why are we removed again? What saints are telling you in the depths, how Chernovtsi is doing?

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OMERUL SINGURATIC

E frig n cas, n trupu-i ger, golit de vise i sperane, pierdut se plimb un omer cu lacrimile ngheate. E greu s mearg mai departe, cnd buzunarul i lipsete urzete iar minciuni frumose gndindu-se la ce-o s pun iar pe mas copiilor nenelegtori. i iar privind cerul rugtor cerind din mila cea cretin ar vrea un trai mai bun, un ban cinstit nu s mai cereasc n bisericile pline. Iar nu i-a venit omajul,

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vrsta nu-i permite s munceasc, cci vezi doamne, dac nu eti tnr nu mai ai azi nici o ans. Din cnd n cnd un trector la fel de trist i pune un bnu n mn Srac omer, umil ncepi s plngi i fugi speriat s-aprinzi o lumnare; cci Doamne, bine-i printre sfini cnd doar lor poi s le spui ce doare!

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LONE UNEMPLOYED

Its cold in house, his body frost, empty of dreams and hopes, lost, an unemployed walks with frozen tears. Its hard to go farther, when pocket is missing he warps again beautiful lies thinking to what will he put on the table of unreasonable children. And looking again beseechingly to sky, begging the mercy the Christian, he would want a better life, an honest penny, to beg no more in full churches. Again his grant didnt arrive,

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the age doesnt permit him to work for see, Lord, if one isnt young do not have any chance left. From time to time a passer by as sad as him put in his hand a penny. You humble unemployed start to cry and run scared to light a candle; for Lord, how well its among saints when only them one can say what it hurts.

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SPERANA

Spre infinit m-a duce cu un cntec de dor pgn, i-n lacrimi tremurnde, a semna iubiri; m-a prinde printre stele cu minile de flori, i-a ngenunchia o lume, o lume plin de erori.

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THE HOPE

Id go to infinity with a pagan song of longing, and in trembling tears Id sow love; Id hung among stars with hands of flowers and Id subdue a world, a world full of errors.

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INDIFEREN

Trectorule, privete n jurul tu i spune-mi ce vezi. Cum arat ochii copiilor, ai btrnilor, ct de elegante sunt mamele, mamele noastre? Ce simi cnd vezi atta tristee ce simi cnd vine un biet copil i-i cere un ban pentru un corn? M ntreb i eu ce ne-a schimbat de-am devenit att de indifereni fa de cei pe care i vedem zilnic zgribulii i tulburai de mersul rapid al anotimpurilor.
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INDIFFERENCE

Passer by, look around you and tell me what you see. How look lin ke the eyes of children, of old people, how much elegant are mothers, our mothers? What you feel seeing so much sadness, what you feel when a poor child comes and begs a penny for a roll? I wonder what changed us to become so indifferent to those we see daily shivering and distressed by rapid going of the seasons.
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MANIFEST PENTRU VIA (Fiicei mele Ioana)

Lsai caii s zburde pe cmpiile-ntinse Liberi n jocul nebunesc de alt dat, Fr poveri i fr lanuri groase S simt ce-i aceea via.

Lsai florile s creasc unde e verde i mugurii pstrai nrourai de zori, S nasc n soarele viselor crude, n viaa aceasta plin de erori.

Lsai-mi gndul nentinat Dogorind n iubiri pierdute, Lsai-mi sufletul curat i visele plpnde

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MANIFESTO FOR LIFE


(To my daughter Ioana)

Let horses wander on the spread plains Free in the crazy game of other days, Without burdens and heavy chains To feel how life is like.

Let flowers grow where it is green And buds kept dewy up to dawn to bear in the sun of green dreams In this life full of errors.

Let my thought undefiled scorching of love lost Let my soul clean, And dreams green...

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INCONTIEN

Limita incontienei cine-o va gsi acum cnd suntem la rscruce? Cine va da rspuns pentru multe srcii ce-mi zbucium neamul i l duce? Suntem prea mici n marea btlie, pe care alii o pornesc abrupt. Ce se va-ntmla cu-aceast glie cnd azi dm totul cu-mprumut? Nu mai avem nimic bun,totu-i putregai? Unii vnd strinilor n disperare; Noi rmnem cu bruma noastr de mlai, plngnd la mormntul lui Stefan cel Mare. Oare nu tim s preuim pmntul ce ne-a fost dat din veacuri de strmoi? Ce treb-avem noi cu strinul i cu ali rechini scoroi?
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UNCONSCIOUSNESS

Who will get limit of Unconsciousness Now that we are at crossroads? Who will answer for many poor struggling and taking away my dear? We are too little in the great fight, that others do with abrupt start. What will it happen with this land When we are giving all at lend? Nothing good left, everything rot? Some desperately sell to unknown; We stay with a smattering of corn crying at Stephen the Greats tomb. Dont we know land feathers given in ages by forefathers? Is for us better with shakes together?
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PARADOX SENTIMENTAL

Omul nva pentru a fi nelept; prostul cultiv legumele altora fr a nelege care este rdcina i pe unde curge seva. Poetul scrie doar pentru a fi numit un biet scrib la curtea lumii. Oamenii iubesc pentru c trebuie s iubeasc Exist o lege nescris care ne oblig la iubire. Dar cum iubirea a devenit o relaie dintre cerere i ofert, nimeni nu este suficient de bogat pentru a cumpra iubirea...
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SENTIMENTAL PARADOX

Man learns in order to be wise; the stupid cultivates vegetables of others without understanding which is the root and by where the sap flows. Poet writes only to be called a poor scribe at worlds court. People love for they have to love... There is an unwritten law which obliges us to love. But as love became a relation between supply and demand, nobody is sufficiently rich to buy the love...
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LIMBA NOASTR
Limba noastr, ca petalele unui trandafir, am gsit-o ntr-un col, aruncat la garderoba unui teatru. M-am nfiorat cnd am vzut-o; ofilit, clcat n picioare de nclri murdare dar cu etichete strine. Limba noastr doinete singur i sufer spernd la o vitaminizare pur Romneasc. Limba noastr rmne Sfnt Deoarece, acolo sus, n cer, cineva I-a dat binecuvntarea nc de la facerea lumii.
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OUR LANGUAGE
Our language, like petals of a rose, I found it into a corner, thrown At a theater wardrobe. I shivered when I saw it; Wilted, Trampled By dirty shoes But with foreign labels. Our language sings alone And suffer Hoping vitamins Pure Romanian. Our language remains saint Because Up there, in heaven, Someone Blessed it Since the creation of the world.
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OGLINDA DORULUI

Eu stau ascunsa pe un rm, tu stai ascuns n nlimi. ntre noi un ocean Ne va despri ntotdeauna. Singur caut urma pailor rtcii; nvemntata-n valuri privesc infinitul cutnd Sperana alearg pe un catarg nsorit, i cntecul se odihnete...

Din versuri am ndrznit s-mi fac harf gndului din lacrimi oglind dorului.
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LONGING MIRROR

I stand on a hidden shore, you stay hidden in heights. Between us -an ocean will always broke us up. Alone I search for lost steps trace; Clothed in waves I look to infinity searching... Hope runs on a sunny mast, and the song rests...

From lyrics I dared to make harp for my thought from tears longing mirror.
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PE URMELE LUI ZENON

Am prins tristeea-n mini i-am nvemntat-o-n lacrimi. I-am dat binee sursului i am nchinat pelin n cupe de nostalgie. Mi-am prins dorul n plete i i-am dat culoare nopii, apoi, am fugit... M temeam. Alergam nfrigurat spre un sfenic pribeag ntocmai ca Zenon. Ne-am surprins amndoi n noapte ntrebnd...

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ON ZENOS FOOTSTEPS

I caught sadness in hands and clothed it in tears. I welcomed the smile and I toasted wormwood wine in cups of nostalgia. I hung the longing in my locks an gave color to the night, then I ran... I was afraid. I ran trembling toward a vagrant candlestick just like Zeno. We surprised each other wondering in the night

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MELOMANUL

Un meloman i scrie cu fii de lumin gndurile, semnnd n linite mugurii credinei. Ateapt un rsrit, un apus ... n jur cntec, un cntec trist, amar; i melomanul ateapt. Ateapt s soarb dorul din carafa cu vin rou i s-i purifice chipul n oglinzi efemere.
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MUSIC LOVER
A music lover writes with light strips his thoughts, sowing quietly faith buds. Waits a sunrise, a sunset... Song around, a sad, bitter song; and music lover waits. Waits to sip longing from carafe of red wine and to purify his face into ephemeral mirrors.
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DOAR FEMEIE ?

Sufletul meu nu se deosebete cu nimic de sufletul tu. Inima mea poate s aib irizri viorii, n rest nu vd de ce-mi sngereaz picioarele cnd tu aduci imeni irii i-i lai prea departe de ziua n care dragostea ar trebui s nvie.

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ONLY WOMAN?

My soul doesnt differ at all from your soul. My heart can have violet blue iridescence, otherwise I dont see why my feet bleed when you bring huge irises and leave them too far from the day in which love should revive.

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ERAM FRUMOAS
Eram frumoas, cnd te ateptam. Dar a trecut ceva vreme de cnd noi doi ne-am legnat pe dou curcubee, dup ce ploaia mi-a splat buzele de srutrile tale. i totui inima mea, nvelit n iubirea ta, a pstrat pecetea sacr cu care tu m-ai atins cu iubire, acolo, printre nouri, printre culori i fulgere irosite de iubiri
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I WAS BEAUTIFUL
I was beautiful when waiting for you. But its been a while since we two rocked on two rainbows after rain washed my lips of your kisses. And yet my heart, wrapped in your love, has kept the sacred seal of your loving touch, there, among clouds colors, lightnings wasted by loves.
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RAMURI TRISTE

mi bate n geam o ramur ca o lacrim pustiit, nu-mi spune nimic, doar tremur i-o vd tot mai ofilit. Deschid geamul i simt rceala stropului de lume; plng i eu, nu pot s tac, dar simt, c n-am ce-i spune. Norii s-au cuibrit la sn, mi-e greu s-i nclzesc, sunt reci, i simt c mi-e stpn doar Domnul cel ceresc.
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SAD BRANCHES

A branch beats in my window like a desolate tear, it doesnt say anything to me, only trembles and I see it more and more wilted. I open the window and feel the drop world coldness; I cry too, I can not shut, but I feel I have nothing to say. Clouds have been nesting at my breast, its hard to warm them up, they are cold, and I feel my master is only God in heaven.
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Cuprins:
Prefa.................................................................................................................6 Nota traductorului.............................................................................................8 M uit spre cer..................................................................................................10 Cerul plnge n inima mea................................................................................12 Spune-mi cine sunt...........................................................................................14 Zbor printre nori...............................................................................................16 Plng n prag de sear.......................................................................................18 Enigmatic e totul...............................................................................................20 ncpnare......................................................................................................22 M uimeti, prietene.........................................................................................24 Imaginea infinitului..........................................................................................26 Cutare de sine.................................................................................................28 M tem pentru tine, fiule...................................................................................30 Vremuri crude....................................................................................................32 S o port eu nsmi............................................................................................34 Poezie n vers alb..............................................................................................36 Dor....................................................................................................................38 M doare... ......................................................................................................40 Smerenie...........................................................................................................42 Spectacol..........................................................................................................44
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Tat, mi-e dor de tine........................................................................................46 Unde eti bunicule.............................................................................................48 omerul singuratic............................................................................................52 Sperana.............................................................................................................56 Indiferen.........................................................................................................58 Manifest pentru via.........................................................................................60 Incontien.......................................................................................................62 Paradox sentimental..........................................................................................64 Limba noastr...................................................................................................66 Oglinda dorului.................................................................................................68 Pe urmele lui Zenon..........................................................................................70 Melomanul........................................................................................................72 Doar femeie?.....................................................................................................74 Eram frumoas..................................................................................................76 Ramuri triste......................................................................................................78

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Content:
Foreword............................................................................................................7 Translators note.................................................................................................9 I look to the sky................................................................................................11 The heaven weeps in my heart.........................................................................13 Tell me who I am..............................................................................................15 Flight amidst the sky.........................................................................................17 I weep in the treshold of night..........................................................................19 Enigmatic is all.................................................................................................21 Obstinacy..........................................................................................................23 You amaze me, friend.......................................................................................25 Picture infinity...................................................................................................27 Search for sealf.................................................................................................29 I am afraid for you, son....................................................................................31 Green times.......................................................................................................33 To wear it myself..............................................................................................35 Poem in white verse..........................................................................................37 Longing.............................................................................................................39 Your pain hurts me... .......................................................................................41 Humility............................................................................................................43 Show.................................................................................................................45
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Dad, I miss you.................................................................................................47 Where are you granpa.......................................................................................50 Lone unemployed.............................................................................................54 The hope...........................................................................................................57 Indiference.........................................................................................................59 Manifesto for life..............................................................................................61 Unconciousness.................................................................................................63 Sentimental paradox..........................................................................................65 Our language.....................................................................................................67 Longing mirror..................................................................................................69 On Zenos footsteps..........................................................................................71 Music lover........................................................................................................73 Only woman?....................................................................................................75 I was beautifull..................................................................................................77 Sad branches......................................................................................................79

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