Din
moment ce m-ai ales,
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te
rog fi sigur că iarna nu se va termina niciodată,
nu
pot suporta această indecenţă a naturii,
fiecare
mugur rupt mă doare,
te
rog, înnegreşte soarele
cu
ochii mei goi,
opreşte
iarba,
această
întinerire este umilitoare.
Ascultă,
păsările n-au fost încă strangulate,
culorile
aleargă revoltate,
viaţa
mea gri pare a fi un element inventat,
ca
şi cum n-am fi vânaţi de-aceeaşi moarte.
Din
moment ce m-ai ales,
te
rog zideşte fereastra ce dă spre bulevard,
hai
să ne iubim disperat şi continuu
în
albul îngheţat.
©
Carmen Firan
©
Traducerea Ioana Haitchi, 22.10.2015, Klausenburg
Foto
by Carmen Firan
Brick
up the window
since
you have chosen me
please also make sure winter doesn’t ever end
I can’t stand this indecence of nature
every broken bud hurts me
please blacken the sun
with my hollow eyes
stop the grass
this rejuvenation is humiliating
listen, the birds have not yet been strangled
the colours are running riot
my grey life seems like an invented item
as if we wouldn’t be haunted by the same death
since you have chosen me
please brick up that window facing the boulevard
let us love each other forlorn and ongoing
in the frozen white
please also make sure winter doesn’t ever end
I can’t stand this indecence of nature
every broken bud hurts me
please blacken the sun
with my hollow eyes
stop the grass
this rejuvenation is humiliating
listen, the birds have not yet been strangled
the colours are running riot
my grey life seems like an invented item
as if we wouldn’t be haunted by the same death
since you have chosen me
please brick up that window facing the boulevard
let us love each other forlorn and ongoing
in the frozen white
©
Carmen Firan
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