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K\u00d6RPER DER STADT \/ BODY OF THE CITY \/ TRUPUL ORASULUI \/ KAUPUNGIN KEHO<\/p>\nStadt, fremde Freundin, ich irre hier im Gew\u00fchl umher,
stumm, mit zerbissener Lippe, versengter Haut.
Ich will dich wieder treffen einmal irgendwo in der Menge,
will dich fortschlendern sehn mit abweisender H\u00fcfte,
fragend gesch\u00fctteltem Kopf, und m\u00f6chte schmerzhaft umspannen
die d\u00fcnnen Gelenke, die frostigen Schultern umschlingen.
Ich schiele nach den versklavten Br\u00fcsten unter dem Kleid, und ich denke
an diesen K\u00f6rper, den k\u00fchlen, den Fl\u00fcchtling,
den Widerstand, die pl\u00f6tzlich aufbl\u00fchende Freude.
Ich will mit dir einmal noch gehn, gegen den feigen Wind, gegen das aufgezwungene Bild, die grellbunte Spur der Lichterpassagen.
Ich will mit dir trinken gehn ohne Komplimente und Kragen
und will dich die Frageb\u00f6gen vergessen lassen f\u00fcr immer und nie.
Ich will durch die kalte Nacht mit dir ziehen am Stadtrand,
im Dunkeln suchen ein Lager aus Ahornbl\u00e4ttern und Erde.
Das Aderngeflecht, es gl\u00e4nzt r\u00e4tselhaft unter Sternen. Komm,
K\u00e4lte trinken!<\/p>\nROLAND ERB<\/p>\n
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BODY OF THE CITY<\/p>\n
City, strange friend, I’m wandering here in the thick of things,
silent, with a bitten lip, scorched skin.
I want to meet you again somewhere in the crowd
I want to see you strolling away with your dissmisive hips,
head shaken questioningly, and I’d like to clasp painfully
the thin joints, the frosty shoulders to embrace.
I squint at the enslaved breasts beneath the dress and I think of
of this body, the cool one, the fugitive,
the resistance, the suddenly blossoming joy.
I want to walk with you once more, against the cowardly wind, against the imposed image, the brightly coloured trail of light passages.
I want to drink with you without compliments and collars
and make you forget the questionnaires forever and ever.
I want to walk with you through the cold night on the edge of town,
In the darkness seek a camp of maple leaves and earth.
The plexus of veins, shines enigmatically under the stars. Come over,
Drink the cold!<\/p>\n……………………………………<\/p>\n
TRUPUL ORASULUI<\/p>\nOra\u0219, prieten ciudat, r\u0103t\u0103cesc aici, \u00een miezul lucrurilor,
T\u0103cut, cu buza mu\u0219cat\u0103, cu pielea ars\u0103.
Vreau s\u0103 ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim din nou undeva \u00een mul\u021bime,
Vreau s\u0103 te v\u0103d plimb\u00e2ndu-te cu \u0219olduri dispre\u021buitoare,
capul scuturat \u00eentreb\u0103tor, \u0219i vreau s\u0103 str\u00e2ng dureros de tare
articula\u021biile sub\u021biri, umerii \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi sa-i imbratisez.
Privesc cu ochii intredeschisi la s\u00e2nii \u00eenrobi\u021bi de sub rochie \u0219i m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc
la acest corp, rece, fugitiv,
rezisten\u021ba, bucuria care \u00eenflore\u0219te brusc.
Vreau s\u0103 mai merg o dat\u0103 cu tine, \u00eempotriva v\u00e2ntului la\u0219, \u00eempotriva imaginii impuse, a trilului strident de pasaje luminoase.
Vreau s\u0103 beau cu tine f\u0103r\u0103 complimente \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 gulere.
\u0219i te voi face s\u0103 ui\u021bi de chestionare pentru totdeauna.
Vreau s\u0103 merg cu tine \u00een noaptea rece de la marginea ora\u0219ului,
\u00een \u00eentuneric spre a g\u0103si un culcus de frunze de ar\u021bar \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt.
Plexul veninos, str\u0103luce\u0219te misterios sub stele. Vino,
Bea frigul!<\/p>\n—————————————-<\/p>\n
Kaupungin keho<\/p>\n
Kaupunki, outo yst\u00e4v\u00e4, harhailen t\u00e4\u00e4ll\u00e4,
tungoksen keskell\u00e4,
mykk\u00e4n\u00e4, huuli purtuna, iho
palaneena.
Haluan tavata sinut viel\u00e4 uudelleen
jossakin v\u00e4kijoukossa,
n\u00e4hd\u00e4 sinun k\u00e4velev\u00e4n pois
torjuvin lantein,
pudistaen p\u00e4\u00e4t\u00e4si kysyv\u00e4sti, ja haluaisin
puristaa tuskallisen lujaa
ohuita niveli\u00e4, huurteisia olkap\u00e4it\u00e4
syleill\u00e4.
Silmi\u00e4 sirist\u00e4en katson orjuutettuja rintoja
mekon alla ja ajattelen
tuota vartaloa, viile\u00e4\u00e4,
pakolaista,
vastarintaa, yht\u00e4kki\u00e4 kukkivaa
iloa.
Haluan viel\u00e4 kerran kulkea kanssasi,
vasten pelkurimaista tuulta, vasten
pakotettua kuvaa, r\u00e4ike\u00e4nkirjavia
valok\u00e4yt\u00e4vi\u00e4.
Haluan juoda kanssasi ilman
kohteliaisuuksia ja kauluksia
ja saada sinut unohtamaan kyselylomakkeet
aina ja iankaikkisesti.
Haluan k\u00e4vell\u00e4 kanssasi kylm\u00e4ss\u00e4 y\u00f6ss\u00e4
kaupungin laidalla,
etsi\u00e4 pime\u00e4ss\u00e4 vaahteranlehtikerroksen ja maata.
Suonisto, se hohtaa arvoituksellisesti
t\u00e4htien alla. Tule
kylmyytt\u00e4 juomaan!<\/p>\nTranslated by Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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