{"id":10267,"date":"2021-09-26T09:15:50","date_gmt":"2021-09-26T06:15:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10267"},"modified":"2021-11-07T18:34:08","modified_gmt":"2021-11-07T16:34:08","slug":"orez-cu-lapte-in-praterstrasse-rice-pudding-in-the-praterstrasse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=10267","title":{"rendered":"Orez cu lapte \u00een Praterstrasse \/ Rice pudding in the Praterstrasse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><a title=\"soulk\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/soulk.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-10268\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/soulk-250x250.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"250\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/soulk-250x250.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/soulk-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 250px) 100vw, 250px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Orez cu lapte \u00een Praterstrasse \/ Rice pudding in the Praterstrasse<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Tr\u0103iam \u00eentre rai \u0219i iad la propriu,<br \/>eram supli, nervo\u0219i, ne t\u0103ceam<br \/>cu o m\u0103t\u0103soas\u0103 duio\u0219ie unul pe altul,<br \/>ne \u0219tergeam co\u0219marurile,<br \/>ne f\u0103ceam paturile, ghetele,<br \/>ne dam pe ghea\u021ba ei de via\u021b\u0103.<br \/>Uneori observam realitatea.<br \/>Atunci, ceva se ghemuia<br \/>\u00een col\u021bul cel mai umbros al casei<br \/>\u0219i \u00eencepea s\u0103 ne sc\u00e2nceasc\u0103 la piept.<br \/>Era un pui de realitate, ca \u0219i noi.<br \/>Singur \u0219i trist, \u0219optea printre lacrimi<br \/>\u201eLua\u021bi-m\u0103 \u0219i pe mine \u00eentre rai \u0219i iad!<br \/>B\u0103ltoaca asta \u00een care tr\u0103iesc m-a obosit.<br \/>Nu-mi mai pot m\u00e2nca nici m\u0103car orezul cu lapte,<br \/>nu mai are gust de at\u00e2tea gunoaie pisate,<br \/>de at\u00e2tea cuvinte \u00eeng\u00e2mfate \u0219i reci.\u201d<br \/>Ce s\u0103 faci cu un pui de realitate<br \/>care-\u021bi sc\u00e2nce\u0219te la piept?<br \/>L-am luat cu noi, \u00eentre rai \u0219i iad.<br \/>Pare mai vesel de atunci<br \/>sau, oricum, mai echilibrat.<br \/>\u00ce\u0219i m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 pofticios orezul cu lapte<br \/>\u0219i, lucru rar la un pui de realitate,<br \/>viseaz\u0103 cu ochii deschi\u0219i<br \/>\u0219i se pr\u0103p\u0103de\u0219te de r\u00e2s.<br \/>E molipsitor.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>(Mariana Marin)<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Rice pudding in the Praterstrasse<\/p>\n<p><br \/>We were living between heaven and hell literally,<br \/>we were slender, nervous, we&#8217;d silence<br \/>each other with a silky tenderness,<br \/>we&#8217;d wipe our nightmares,<br \/>we&#8217;d make our beds, our boots,<br \/>we&#8217;d go skating on goddamn ice of life.<br \/>Sometimes we&#8217;d notice reality.<br \/>Then something would squat<br \/>in the darkest corner of the house<br \/>and would begin to whimper in our chests.<br \/>He was a reality-cub, just like us.<br \/>Alone and sad, whispering through tears<br \/>&#8220;Take me also between heaven and hell!<br \/>This puddle in which I live made me tired.<br \/>I can&#8217;t even eat my rice pudding anymore,<br \/>it&#8217;s tasteless because of all the crushed rubbish,<br \/>all the smug and cold words\u201d.<br \/>What to do with a reality-cub <br \/>who whimpers in your chest?<br \/>We took it with us, between heaven and hell.<br \/>He seems happier since then<br \/>or, anyway, more balanced.<br \/>He eagerly eats his rice pudding<br \/>and, which is odd for a reality-cub,<br \/>he dreams with his eyes open<br \/>and bursts out laughing.<br \/>It&#8217;s contagious.<\/p>\n<p><br \/>traducere, Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 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