NUNTA / THE WEDDING
Mi-a spus intr-o zi fratele:
– inima mea este o mica femeie…
L-am rugat sa nu creada in micile ei copite de apa.
I-am aratat misterul roscat si de vulpe al oglinzii.
Am baut pentru el, am iubit, am uitat.
Pana cand nebunia mi-a crescut in ochi ca o gheara.
Fratele meu si-a intins disperarea de la un capat la celalalt al orasului
cand tocmai pregateam mancare rosie pentru el
(in casa plina de nuntasi)
Cand tocmai imi prindeam in agrafe mici corbi
cand tocmai orbeam
One day my brother said to me:
– my heart is a little woman …
I asked him not to believe in her little water hooves.
I showed him the reddish and fox mystery of the mirror.
I drank for him, I loved, I forgot.
Until the madness grew in my eyes like a claw.
My brother spread his despair from one end of the city to the other
as I was just preparing red food for him
(in the house full of wedding guests)
When I was just catching small crows in my hairpins
when I was just getting blind
traducere, M. M. Biela
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