Așa cum stai,
Dreaptă,
Cu brațele moi
Pe pântecul plin,
Pari o veche soție de voievod
Ținându-și ctitoria.
Și parcă-aud un glas
Venind de dincolo
De dispariția materiei:
‘Noi, Ion și Ioana,
Cu puterile noastre
Am durat acest sfânt
Copil,
Întru veșnica pomenire
A acestui soare
Și-a acestui pământ’.
Ctitorie – Marin Sorescu
Dedicated to a cute girl I once saw while waiting for a plane…
Mornings may be cold in France
planes are sometimes late to part
nothing really troubles you,
Agnes, how do you do!
Are you going home?
someone dear is waiting you…
how long has it been,
did you miss them dearly too?
Agnes, I have seen you do,
I’ve staged conversations
with the left side of your left eye,
my dreams flew far with you…
And I’ve seen your hands
the signs are written there;
what’s the image in your mind,
is it beauty that is kind?
Mornings may be frozen cold
planes keep running pretty late,
I wish you flowers on a Sunday
and to hold your lover’s hand…
Este seară peste Oază
și sunt nori pictați pe pânze
într-o zi vor curge flori peste notele uitate,
cu poteci săpate-n valuri de fiori
vor rosti credințe inimi chinuite în zadar…
Noaptea naște stele peste globuri de cristal
și din vise închegate cresc castele fără far,
plouă peste Oază
ape spală ochii zeilor de ceară –
fluvii fără maluri și mări de neînceput…
Dimineața se revarsă ca o aprigă sentință
și îneacă în lumină setea de ființă,
pași desculți prin roua rece,
urme scrise în strofe de căință,
vor fi martori pentru noua pocăință…
It’s almost midnight
my thoughts went chasing falling stars,
in the long past dark
my eyes are writing hearts
and on a river sailing west
I kept a promise to my friend
I held the words and gave my chest
a longing for your head to rest…
It’s three minutes past
my arms are paddles in the grass
the rain is warm on my back
and I pour sand over my steps,
and in the silence that falls
I read chapters in the Psalms
and my heart tolls strong
without riddles or restrain…
Far away from home
swimming in the cold sea all alone,
I put trust in my Holy Father
then I shout the name I hold
and send waves to endless borders…
I believe in the stars I saw
there is more to it than a dark and silent whole,
they struck chords of a harp I own
and poured kisses in my soul –
I’m a thief and took your years and keep them locked,
Bruce may tell the stories in the end
but this day I quit rising walls that break
and start riding with myself…
New Year’s eve in Times Square and the sunrise at lake Braies,
I was blind and now I dream,
life is short and my shirt caught fire
and roses burn on a highway to the south
wild and free,
my heart is never tiered…
Some mornings are sunny and warm
others full of rain and cold,
some days are asking to be enjoyed
and there are days you’d rather not,
but baby hold on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Some trains are deserted and dull
as some are shared with half your town,
and the abandoned houses by the rails
there is always one of those somewhere,
but baby put your smile on
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Some people are rushing by to work
others rest their head on to the left,
reading books or headphones in the ears,
people keep dreaming in the same terms,
but baby hold on,
love’s a good enough reason to carry on…
Un Jurnal Neverosimil 